I've been stuck in the struggle And I've been wonderin' if I'm ever gonna bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And 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 a soul program I'm gonna pump my fist I'm stayin' 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 cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change your life I wouldn't a put up a fight If I knew it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin' Needin' general assistance? Out here needin' public housing Out here tryna make ends meet Tryna get on their feet But see brain 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 taken 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 'cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out If you niggas try to run up on the Bone I'm gonna show you like this I'm gonna pull out 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):] Take, take me home Cause I don't remember Take, take me home Cause I don't remember Home, home, home, home, home Please take me home When I'm lookin' at my money now Thinkin' back when I was livin' foul I was runnin' wild, surviving On some nine-to-five And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind I was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the block Duckin' dozens of them 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 Still dedicated to the music we made yeah Now it's on Bone Thug Leave alone, came back the next year Number one platinum song it blew up from the go And what do you know (oh no) Easy, rest his soul Left us in the mess, I don't regret it But we better get up and get it, go Everything's gonna wrong Since you left Bone ain't nothing's been right I knew it would've been on We would've been tight We would of been in the zone ridin' so high Hoping the game find us light 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 you know I'm goin' through it And ain't feeling this rap thing 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 clips They trippin', Lord I feel like I'm losin' it right now (Right now, now) [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] I'll never give in I'll never give up I'll let 'em live in They sinnin' They pretend to be tough (pretend to be tough) Pretend to be blessed They want money and women, it's never enough They in a rush hope nobody knows just too much You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so, we give 'em the dough Ride out, laughin' up When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk And to the grave, I been one of the brave Not one of the slaves And one in the pain And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake By the television runnin' 'round telling niggas we better behave Guard Leathafce and the grin right up under my face I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak Lost mommy, poppy left home I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie Sit list in the back tellin' his selection His 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] When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong And 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 listen to what we spit on these songs You might have been through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone Like one said we'll never make it Like two, thirty mil in they faces And I really thought it was over put us out be left Crossed over, back to the hood we soldiers The music nigga make it back, scandalous But fate kicked in and award shows and we winning now Gotta keep it comin' food in my baby mouth And things have changed like relationships Ain't heading nothin' now you wanna flip Suin' people thangs you would've never made on your own Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood Bye, think I'm home Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a buster if it ain't meant to be Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs Lord. Just guide 'em home, guide 'em home

• published: 16 Aug 2013
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