Krayzie BoneI Don't Know What

* send corrections to the typist [Krayzie: repeat 4x] This is how we do it, when we do it... [Chorus] Doesn't it feel good to see us makin money? Feel good like everyday's sunny Feel good see us takin off? Doesn't it feel good to see us ball? And they can't take it from us at all And if you agree that we don't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da" [Verse 1: Krayzie] Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's fire for ya Water, don't need none let it burn Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with these words I got Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em 'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin Really left niggaz behind to handle business They don't understand I'm in it to win it Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me We in it to keep it the realest With my remige, Thugline team, coming to kill something Close to 30 million sold and still thuggin, still strugglin Wassup with Bone? Gotta keep it real, so I tell them I don't know Can't think no more excuses when niggaz don't show We came up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Krayzie] For The Love Of $, I keep it funky Just thuggin back down in the ghetto Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel, like hustlin need more than a mil Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed ‘fore you get grown Let a nigga go on 'cause he chose to live his life wrong All I know is life is already short And you can bring your non-exsistance closer if you want Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on) Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip I share a hater to the side, devil ass nigga Always fuckin up my vibe, that's right now, nigga You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface And I don't think you wanna though, no! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Krayzie] My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard) 'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why? Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot) Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?) Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin with me What shut you puff? My niggaz hold on the B For most of them niggaz they want peace when we meet Like we ain't be hearin what they be saying on the streets So we gotta bring the heat Speak if you want, but keep it to a mumble Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told 'em? Hope they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin Naw nigga, we for real in the field Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal [Chorus]
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