she threw me away, yesterday
her deadbolt locks i feel no shame
she always wondered if i'd bend of if i'd break
you wanna disappear from here?
til daylight comes we'll have no fear.
you pick the place, come closer, whisper in my ear
anywhere but here
locked out till way past dawn again
strung out before and i never win
want to sleep but sleep's just a dream that slips from my hands
i bite my lip just enough to stay awake.
i never wonder if i'll bend or if i'll break
let's disappear, no fear
wake up a thousand miles from here
you pick the place, come closer, whisper in my ear
anywhere but here
she let me down anyway
but i won't be around
you let me down anyway
but i won't be aroundKrayzie:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, and ready to bring the war
if you hate, if you hate.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Bizzy:
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all, with a gang of bodyguards, my niggas is
stone cold killas, peelas, steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers
maintain, givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds
steady be shinin'. My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love, and I'm
blessed, when I'm outta my sentence, pump my fist
to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus sent me
his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up, now,
buck 'em all to Hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em. And I seen that the
bulletholes was too much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of
you niggas goes out. The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed
up. Hold up, and wait a minute. It's time for Bone
Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Krayzie:
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit
original? What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put
down three fuckin' years ago. And that's just like a nigga wanna take
all the credit. I bet it didn't even occur that we would
eventually meet with ya, kid. Don't crash, collide, lock up with the
enemy. And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that,
but a y'all fin to get stomped. Let 'em loose. And they heard the
news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh. Uh-huh, hey, we
murder muthafuckas in a deadly way--fully automatic when we let 'em
lay. "Aw shit!