I been stuck in the struggleAnd I been wonderin' if I'm
ever gon' bubbleI'm gettin' caught up in the
touchInstead of usin' my muscleAnd every time I extend my
heart to my motherCaught up in the game now I'm back up in
the hustleSometimes I sit and I wonderIf a nigga pull my
numberIf it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'In this world
where nobody don't give a damnBut I'm still a manGot a
soul programI'ma pump my fistI'm stayin' ready
for thisAnd you can put this on WishI'll never see the
abyssAnd when I needed a rideYou wouldn't give me a liftAnd
now I'm poppin' my crisYou niggas all on my dickI wanna
change the worldYou wanna change ya lifeI wouldn't put up a
fightIf I knew it was triteThey sayin everything happin'
for a reasonCan you tell me why these niggas
bleedin'Needin' general assistanceI'm here
needin' public housingI'm here tryna make ends
meetTryna get on their feetBut see my brain so cloudyAnd I know
what you don't knowYou better get on your mission and get
down for your doughSee the real niggas ready out here taken
controlSee I'm screamin' out Mo'With my pockets
on swollPlease Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my
houseQuit bringin' this stress to my spouseCause I'm
ready for the kill on look out, look outIf you niggas try to run
up on the BoneI'ma show you like this I'ma pull my
chromeI don't wanna have to send a nigga homeLord please
take me homeCome and take me home-Chorus--Phil Collins-So take,
take me home,Cause I dont remember,Take, take me home,Cause I
dont remember-Krayzie Bone-Home, Home, Home, Home, Home,Home,
Home, Home, Home, HomePlease take me homeWhen I'm
lookin' at my money nowMake a living to when I was lini
foul,I was runnin' wild, sur-vi-vingCause I'm
nine-to-fiveAnd even puttin' overtime if I had to grindI
was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the
blockAh nigga dodgin the cops clocked on the
night-shiftDidn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out
of the ghettoBut we finally made itStay dedicated to the music we
made yeahNow it's on Bone ThugLeave alone, came back the
next yearNumber 1 platinum song it blew up from the goAnd what
do you know (Oh no)Eazy, rest his soulLeft us in the mess, I
don't regret itBut we better get up and get it,
goEverythang's gon' wrongSince you left Bone, it never
been rightI knew it woulda been onWe woulda been tightWe woulda
been in the zone ridin' so highUp in the game fire, does,
lieSee we used to love makin' musicWe was always in the
studio, groovin'We kept it movin', we was ready to do
it (Right)But you know I'm goin' through itAnd
ain't feelin this rap thing right nowThey got me
trippin' ready to flipThey got me trippin' ready to
come get my chipsThey got me trippin' loadin' the
clipsThey trippin', Lord I feel like I'm losin'
it rightnow (Right now, now)-Chorus--Bizzy Bone-I'll never
give inI'll never give upI'll let 'em live inThey
sinnin'They pretend to be tough, Pretend to be
touched,Pretend to be blessedThey want money and women,
it's never enoughTake in a breath slow nobody knows just
too muchYou better be good, you know im from the hood and so,We
give 'em the doughFired out, laughin' upWhen niggas
died, niggas brought around nasty junkAnd to the grave, I been
one of the braveNot one of the slaves, and one of the paid,And
I'll be one of the saved, stay hatin' the fakeOn the
television runnin' 'round tellin' niggas be ready
for hate,Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my faceI
steady debate the pain that I bring with hateSweet as the cake,
I take another puff and shakeAnd swallow my pride it's all
about heartache, hard to breakLost mommy, poppy left homeI miss
Wish' Uncle CharlieSit listenin in the back and tellin his
selectionHis date is probably,Probably my mommy,song,Cryin for
the life of you gone,Just me and my destiny let's roll,
let's roll-Chorus--Wish Bone-When I lost my Uncle Charles a
part of me went wrongAnd it happened when the Bone was
comin' up so strongWe just wanted him to see what we doYou
motivated us at the shows we see tooAnd I really hope you live
through what we spit on the songYou might have been through
somethin' hope its nothing like BoneLike one said
we'll never make itLike two, thirty mil in they facesAnd I
really gone slow when Bone has already leftCrossed over, back to
the hood we souljahsThe music nigga make it back, scandlousBut
faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin' nowGotta
keep it comin' fool in my baby's mouthAnd things have
changed like relationshipsAin't did nothin', now you
wanna flipSuin' people thangs you would never made on your
ownNow I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hoodBye, think
I'm homeStick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all
be goneYou can really help a busta if it ain't meant to
beWit a little oohwee, wit a little oohweeI'm tired of
tryin' to help these thugsLord just guide em' home,
guide 'em home-Chorus-
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