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    Krayzie Bone / Lyrics

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    "Theze Dayz" Lyrics

    Krayzie Bone

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    [Krayzie Bone]
    I'm representing motherf***ing Thugline n**** (1999)
    Motherf***ers want to find the real thugs and hustlers,
    n**** (f***ing b****es)
    Come to the motherf***ing ghetto where we from n****
    Now where the real thugs?

    [Chorus - Krayzie Bone]
    This is how we living these days [x8]
    (And this is for my gangster, gangster, gangster)
    (And that one's for my thugster, thugster, thugster)

    [Krayzie Bone]
    N**** these days we killing much quicker to get us
    some paper, ya feeling me?
    These days you got to be packing a gun everybody your enemy
    These days it's every n**** for they self
    Cause it ain't no such thing as friends
    And well, so nice n****z get left
    And that's cause these days you got to be raw out here on the streets
    Tell 'em these days you can't be f***ing with n****z that's weak
    And these days no telling when you'll meet your coffin
    I seen it too often that's why f*** flossing; I take caution
    Don't trip, s*** if your rich your rich
    Cause if you slip somebody waiting to get
    At you grab ya cash and split ya s***
    These days stay in the low low and away from po-po
    Unless you ready to pull your fo' fo' and blow (OH!)
    How come these days n****z want to be the don of the mob?
    They claim it but they never qualify for the job
    These days we busting at motherf***ers quicker
    Simply 'cause its 1999 n**** (n**** n**** n****)

    [Chorus]

    [K-Mont]
    Ay yo I'm straight out of the bricks and y'all ain't worthy to serve me
    I'm the type that jump out your bushes and bust you with a 30, 30
    You want beef? I pack pistol packing utilities
    I'm the type of n**** that'll send letter bombs to all my enemies
    I can't even walk the airport for being who I was
    Police all on my dick because they recognize a thug
    N**** we trying to get money, we don't respect the police
    Until us thugs unite it ain't gon' never be no peace
    N****z be going to school with nothing but murder on they minds
    Giving a f*** about teachers busting shot guns and nines
    Picture the scenes and screams and everybody running
    Get on your knees and pray n**** cause the son of the lord is coming

    [Asu]
    You know what came in time that's my frame of mind
    Now I'm able to separate the deaf from the weak, dumb and the blind
    N****z can't get none of mine, not even some of mine
    Just cause you got on a watch n**** don't mean you know the time
    You stagnating, you fags hating my motion
    From ocean to ocean my magic potion is devotion
    The nerve to hate what I deserve to do wasn't a curse it was a signal
    That's why that a** crashed for got to put on your blinker
    R-W-I: rolling while infatuated
    I graduated, now I want my master
    Y'all done agitated disaster
    And at every ends I start I slip in the art with my heart and soul
    And start to roll but dumb to come
    Don't become the one I fold like the lawn chair
    You shouldn't have gone there
    What's the deal with the long stares?
    What's the purpose? Jokers on earth surface to surface
    And any problem is handled the same day as service (what what what what)

    [Chorus]

    [Bam]
    We run the blocks stop the clocks turning rocks and dice
    Set trip it's our spot gave y'all shots and let the drama pop
    Don't escalate the 4-5-9 just try me dead or alive
    Point of survival let's get points with real n****z lives
    But you only see raw meat on streets; these n****z love their heat
    Nowadays all busters want to thug like me you see it be
    Wasn't way so simple execution style pull the gristle
    From the chair heard 'em whistle for my n**** mental
    It's money, murder, riding dumping heads back to all of y'all
    Since every n****'s all hard and proving they got the bigger balls
    Scared of the laws told what he saw and what it looked like
    Broke him off in the midnight I spared his life I said this s*** is tight

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on June 4th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Anthony Henderson, E. Britt, Erik Nordquist, J. Hargrove, T. Gray.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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