"FAMILY TREE"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Krayzie:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on.
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Layzie:
Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn, when there's so
much stress surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady,
and I really do miss my baby, Babi Boi. Oh, boy, me and your bigger
brother, we keeps it realer. You'll always be our little nigga, and
I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but
until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him
much. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up? We can ride
and roll, I know, without those po-po trailin', bailin' all the way to heaven,
bet you that's a promise. Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas
can't test us. Creep, defeat is all you'll meet. Rollin' with
the niggas that pack the heat and a sack of weed, straight outta control,
testin' souls, hoes, niggaroes, playa haters, and the po-pos as well. If
we could (?) everybody (?), am I livin' in Hell? Nigga really can't
tell, so I prepare for the worst, and hope for the best, and the rest is
written. Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin'
for the shit that's hidden. Could I be? Come a little bit closer,
why you cautious when you approach us? Is you scared of the fact we
soldiers? Mo Thug Records fin to take shit over. Under my halo,
pray more, say Mo Thug with love to the depth that game goes. Die all
of you hoes, foes, and you po-pos. Nigga, better roll or get rolled
over. We shuttin' shit down. And you know a nigga love to get
buckwild. Pow. Come fuck with me, now, now, now.
Krayzie:
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Bizzy:
Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we
heatin' shit. Why vision? Been crooked, (?) and sin is beginnin'
of my endin'. I went in my Benz, but why's my mind spinnin'? And
then I'll say, "Hey, fuck 'em. My family ain't livin' for nothin',
but strugglin' was one of the reasons I'm thuggin' and steady stayed hustlin'."
Where was my lovin'? Somebody tell me somethin'--good for nothin'.
If I give you one of your (touch), will you buck it all up for the
love of (lust)? Hoes, I loves you so, but unlike my friend, you're
just my foe. Peace 'til the end of the road. That's where I'll
go. But no, nigga, don't lose your soul, but it's so cold. Trust
in mine, all right, then we can roll, roll, roll, roll.
Krayzie:
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Wish:
Was ya too young, mama and daddy, when you laid down and had some
(eggs)? And I remember y'all breakin' up, and shippin' us off back
to the Land. Damn, what went wrong? Was it me? But
I ain't mad at ya, 'cause outta all this shit, I got 2 sisters and a brother,
and I learned to harmony on the streets of the Clair, that's where I'm from,
y'all, on the streets of the Clair, that's where I met Mo Thugs, y'all.
Oh, shit! Time to be a man. Gotta get out the house, 'cause
I stand Mommy's man--he talks with his hand. Come, come creep on the
streets with me: this where I learned how to sell drugs; it's
where I learned how to pump slugs. It's necessary, necessary for
me to get down for mine, so I creep and I grind, knock, knock, kickin' down
doors, kill a nigga, sleep, give it up when you die. And I know
that shit was wrong, but don't blame me, blame the thugsta in me, 'cause
that's where that shit comes from [comes from]. Bloody redrum.
Nigga, we nothin' but survivors. Rest in peace to the gauge,
they collide with us. We survivors, that's why we be . . .
Krayzie:
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Krayzie:
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up, boy, don't fuck around, and
get zipped in a body bag off in a grave, and your brains'll be hangin'.
Damaged bodies dragged off. Everyday we see more niggas hatin',
fakin', playa hation--that's gettin' contagious. Why do these niggas
think they can break us? When I grab my pump, y'all niggas better try
to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they
get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We let 'em
keep talkin', and they dogged us, man. It's all the same, but what
do we gain by giving you niggas fame? So we let the records show.
The forty-four mag'll tag 'em, stack up them niggas who try to
compete with platinum harmony. Callin' me, follow me down to me
corner, slip up and your gonna get blasted. What do you wanna test
me for? Jealousy? Nigga, drop. Nigga, we bet you plottin',
that's why them triggers be cocked everytime. Shoot 'em ninety-nine
times out of a hundred. We gon' hit somebody. Somebody gon' take
a strippin', yeah. Y'all niggas get carried off with the bodies. Mo
(mighty) y'all find us smokin' that grass. Nigga, pass the pump.
Hey, Rip, he takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin. Oh,
nigga, that's why all of these playa hate us, man, but when we come, they
run, but we're gonna catch 'em, and one day God forgive me, I don't
know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down, way down, face
down. Ain't got nothin' but love, still niggas wanna test my nuts,
and nigga you know that [that, that, that, you know we didn't know that,
that, that], so nigga you know that [that, that, that] them thugstas niggas
[I figured you'd know that, that, that, that] stay strapped [strapped], won't
hestitate [you niggas should know that, that, that, that] to bust back [yeah,
yeah, yeah, my niggas they know that, we know that . . .] It's nineteen
ninety-nine. It's almost nineteen ninety-nine.
[Explosion.]
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