Layzie
I been stuck in a struggle and I been wonderin' if I'm ever gone bubble/ I'm gettin caught up in a tussle steady usin my muscle/ When every time I extend my heart to my mother, caught up in the game, now I'm back up in the hustle/
Sometimes I sit and I wonder, if a nigga pull my number/ If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam./ In this world where nobody don't give a damn, but I'm still a man, got us all programmed/
I'm a pump my fist, they ain't ready for this/ And you can put this on Wish, I never seen the abyss/ And when I needed a ride, you wouldn't give me a lift/ And now I'm poppin my Kris, you niggas all on my dick/ I wanna change the world, you wanna change your life/ I wouldn't put up a fight if I knew it was trite/
They say everythang' happen for a reason, can you tell me why this nigga bleedin'? Needin' general assistance, I'm here needin' public housin' out here tryin to make ends meet, tryin' to get on my feet but see I'm burnin', so cloudy/
And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission and get down for your dough/ See the real niggas ready, out here takin' control/ See I'm screamin out "Mo!" with my pockets on swoll/
Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house, quit bringin' this stress to my spouse cuz I'm ready for the kill on, look out, look out!
If you niggas try to run up on the Bone, I'm a show you like this; I'm a pull my chrome/ I don't wanna have to send a nigga home/ Lord, please take me home, come and take me home
-Chorus (Phil Collins)-
So take, take me home cuz I don't remember...
Krayzie
Home, home, home, home, home/ Please take me home/
When I look at the moment now, thinkin' different, to when I was livin' foul, I was runnin wild, survivin/
Cuz from 9 to 5, and even put in over time if I had to grind/ I was slangin 'em, slangin 'dubs, hangin' up on the block/ Yhinkin of dodgin' the cops, clocked on the night shift, didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto/
But we finally made it, stayed dedicated to the music we makin'/
Now it's on, Bone Thugs! Leavin' home, came back the next year, Number 1 platinum sellin'/ We blew up from the door/
And what do ya know, Eazy, rest his soul, left us in a mess, I don't regret it/ But we better get up and get gone, everythin's goin' wrong/
Especially if Bone had not have been right, I knew we would have been on, we would have been tight,
we would have been in a zone ridin' so high
off in the game; 5 thugs live/
See we used to love makin' music, we was always in the studio groovin' we kept it movin' we was ready to do it right/ But y'know I'm goin' through it and ain't feelin' this rap game right now
/ They got me trippin' ready to flip, they got me trippin' ready to come get my chips, they got me trippin' loadin' the clip; They trippin'/ Lord, I feel like I'm losin' it right now, right now
-Chorus (Phil Collins)-
So take, take me home cuz I don't remember...
Bizzy
Don't never give in, don't never give up, or let 'em limit/ They say that they pretend to be tough, pretend to be tough, pretend to be blessed/ They want money and women, it's never enough/ (?) y'know I'm from the hood and so we get 'em the doogh/ Ride out laughin' up/ When niggas die, niggas ride around nasty; Jump into the grave/ I'll be one of the brave, not one of (?) and one of the paid then I'll be one of the saved/ Stay hazed of the maze of the television runnin 'round, tellin' niggas they better behave/ Down in the place in the grave, when they run in my face (?) never paid with hate/ Seen it's the cake, could take another breath and shake and swallow the pride, it's all about heartache/ Hard to wait/ Lost Mommy, Pappy live on, I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie; Sit listenin' to records out of his selection/ His game is probably rubbin' my mind in a zone/ Cryin' my life would be gone/ Just me and my destiny, let's roll, let's roll
-Chorus (Phil Collins)-
So take, take me home cuz I don't remember...
Wish
When I lost my Uncle Charles a part of me went wrong/ And when it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong, we just wanted him to see what we do/ You motivated us at the shows; We seen you/ And I really hope you listened to what we spit on these songs, you might have been through somethin', hope it nothin' like Bone/ Like one said we'd never make it, like two, thirty mil, and they face it/ And I really thought it was over/ Put us on when you left; Crossed over/ Back to the hood, we soldiers/ The music nigga' makin' back scandalous, but faith kicked in and award shows and we winnin' now, gotta keep it comin'; Food in my baby mouth/ And thangs'll change like relationships, ain't did nothin' now you wanna flip/ Suing me for thangs you ain't never made on your own/ Now I understand why thugs make a leader, uh, by a nigga homes, stick in the hood (?) it'll all be gone/ You can't really help a nigga if it ain't meant to be, with a lil' ooh-wee, with a lil' ooh-wee/ I'm tired of tryin to help these thugs/ Lord just guide 'em home, guide 'em home
-Chorus (Phil Collins)-
So take, take me home cuz I don't remember