Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Days of Our Livez, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 23.09.1996
Song language: English
Days of Our Livez |
I be struggling &hustling &thugging it forever |
Come &look deeply in my eyes |
I be struggling &hustling &thugging it forever &ever |
Bone (xalot) |
we gotta prepare for eternal warfare |
Only time will tell who dies, these are the days of our lives |
Come look deeply in my eyes, these are the days of our lives |
See the murder mortalise, see the murder mo, these are the days of our lives |
These are the days of our lives, these are the days of our lives |
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugz |
We more than thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz |
With just a little twist of harmony we smokin' lethal warriors |
We warriors, We warriors, we warriors |
Eternally thugz here i come telling them soldier stories |
Been daily collecting my lessons, without any questions |
Without any questions, stressing no restin, we journey this blessin' |
Shift in the game rearrange ya thangs |
cause once the world was bringin' me down |
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but the devil was in my town |
looking for me |
But he won’t find me in time, fucking with Bone and he liking these rhymes |
We rhyme better believe it all the time, nigga we live |
We straight up soldiers, Betta nigga done told ya, told ya |
We raw before we go broke, nigga we robbin you all, all of you all, all you |
Yo my dawgs if you call or you fall |
You depend on that nigga wherever then I will be there, lean on me |
But let us get rid of the enemies be staying a while, while |
But if you think you can hang, hang, hang |
Finally in the studio, you all know we roll hydro everytime we rhyme |
I’m high, look at me deeply in my eyes, I rise to the top of my game |
No way that I had to run, no way that I had to turn |
Sherm, but a lot of these niggas won’t learn |
But the money I earn won’t burn So come again |
Betta watch that Mack 10 nigga this one’s for me and my friends |
We steadily rollin', I told ya keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones |
pap pap, put it all in the ground, yeah Bone, Yeah we used to get down |
With the clack, back, put it on the ground, now get down |
Well it must be dawse, hydro, wanna roll my indo |
Sittin all alone in ah my window, little Eazy bless his soul, It’s so cold |
Little Eazy got stress for the peeps, the streets |
And none of these phonies hardly knew him |
But still wanna pop the bitch locing bitch locing. |
And it ain’t no mystery the pistol’ll be and i better put it under my seat |
Betta read the scriptures sister, reach any or all of my readers |
Said it ain’t, it maybe double me up and get one foe my friends |
Twenty, twen, twen, we biddin' on bud the bids at a fin |
So who wanna bag? |
Who wanna bag? |
You wanna bag? |
You wanna bag? |
You got a bag, sold! |
So I’m sending my dawg to the liqour store for the blunts to roll |
Only the Lord can tell who dies |
So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together my love |
My lody Lord, maintain, it’s hard cause I’m a soldier at war |
Cause everbody wanna try to bring out the devil in me |
But the evils ain’t better than me, weed keeps me at ease |
Take notes cause here it comes |
The murder mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh |
Wake up and they sittin and pulling their gauge out, Murder |
And they put it up to your temple and we blow your brains out, Die |