| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| Oh well, if ya snooze ya loose (ya loose)
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| Stop bringin' that pistol and fetch ya and shoot it
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| And catch ya shit popped
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| Stay tuckin' that gat in yo' lap away
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| So if ya can’t roll strapped
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| Now how about that
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| That pistol go pop at niggas who
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| Go fuckin' wit' one of my own
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| No, no, wrong, Any place where my chrome
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| Left devils at they home
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| Double bang, execution, we mo' murda, stupid trick
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| You bitch that asked me
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| We don’t play wit' me game that be remainin' mine and little man ran
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| To disaster, wish I asked him
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| And I popped up and capped him
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| And Eazy is where we began
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| But I blessed him in the master plan
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| Niggas thuggin' off in the Clair
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| Still depend
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| Can’t fuck with these Cleveland Clair playas
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| So as long as ya betta be workin'
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| 'Cause the Bone and Mo' Thug on this mission
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| Listen, betta pray everyday
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| Cross us on the way ho
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| Ohhhh, oh, oh
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| I just wanna separate from the precious, baby
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| Or maybe
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| I was meant to live my life caught up in this world of games
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| In God’s name I pray
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| The devil, he be bringin' me down
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| I can feel him cause he pullin' me now
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| I’ve been blessed wit' an incredible style
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| When there’s pushin, it’s just try to separate and to break this all down
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| Now ain’t that foul?
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| So I ask the Lord to help me
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| «Lord, why does this life overwhelm me?»
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| When we livin' in hell
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| But we chill most every day like we in heaven
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| Oh well
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| But time will tell
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| Singin', «This is for the ringin' of the bell, the bell, the bell.»
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| But it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful
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| If you don’t know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you
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| Defeat you, deceive you, evil
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| He will never leave you alone
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| I’ve been lookin for a better day
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| But they don’t ever seem to want to come my way (No)
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| Hey, I’ve had a hell of a time
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| Tryin' to make it cause my people steady stressin' my mind
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| So I stay high
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| So I’m already sittin' on the top, ya see me
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| When he be wit' me
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| He’s daily innovatin' me
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| Rarely see ya on the daily mission
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| Keep your distance from the flames
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| Maybe you can survive, forever and a day
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| Hell yeah
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| Got me flippin' in the North Coast
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| Remember me
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| The crook who wrote the book
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| I’m off da hook
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| Most of y’all niggas betta take another look
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| Cause if ya playa hate the Bone then yo' life’ll get took
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| So quit, never bringin' ya no bullshit man
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| Face to face it’s that assassin gang
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| Bringin' the heat, what y’all niggas bringin' is lame
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| But if ya wanna bring the pain, then ya gotta maintain
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| Comin' in on another level
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| I’ma put you on deck up at the top of the pile
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| Fake niggas wanna claim my style but I’ma break 'em on down
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| But you gotta come unique
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| It’s the thuggish ruggish sound
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| That you’re lookin for, or searchin for
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| Everybody boy wanna be like Bone and stay high
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| Little kids no longer wanna be like Mike
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| That’s right they tryin' to be like Bone and keep thuggin' fo' life
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| Gettin ready for the end, dawg
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| Wit my nigga Ken Dawg, hustlas, Shiftas and Tre
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| II Tru, AJ
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| Same muthafuckas from around my way
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| This is how we play
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| Every day it’s the same old same
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| Around my way (around my way)
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| We be thuggin a-round my way
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| This is how we play
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| Every day it’s the same old same
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| Around my way
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| Around my way
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| Around my way
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| Come around my way, my way (my way)
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| Little nigga wanna come, gonna feel my pain, hey
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| On the brain it’s a stress, a strain
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| The game, the fame, the fame, the fame, (fame)
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| What about those hoes, oh no
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| Little Eazy fo sho to teach Bone
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| And if he’s wrong, well, he’s gone
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| For my journey to keep me strong
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| But dear Lord I miss my peoples
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| And it just seems so evil
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| And that I can’t kiss my kids goodnight
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| Put 'em to bed, tuck 'em tight
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| And catch some sleep and that’s all right, that’s all right
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| I’ll get mine, yeah I’ll get mine
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| It’ll take time, minimum crime
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| Weed and wine’ll be just fine
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| Got somethin buggin' all of my peoples (what, what)
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| In the back of a Caddy
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| Jumpin' outta Caddies, spreadin' through alleys
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| In Cleveland and Cali like daddy and |
| Oh, no, love, for double-a and double-a zero
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| Really wanna get yo camo
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| Said I’m ridin' round in your boat
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| You niggas can’t fuck, with
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| These St. Clair players, on top of the pile
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| And we roll this
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| Stand back, haters gonna be here for a while
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| Can’t ya hear the crowd screamin' real loud?
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| And that’s for Bone Thugs
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| Dear Lord, my sis has got Bone to look up to
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| And feel proud of, on top of all of that there
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| Mommy’s out the ghetto now
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| I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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| For everything it brangs to me, yeah
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| I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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| For everything it brangs to me
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| Better believe that we’ll do 'em, do 'em
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| Shoot 'em, shoot 'em
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| Kill 'em, kill 'em
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| Nigga ain’t gonna stop nothin, niggas
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| Been a long, hard way
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| Been a long, long, long, hard way
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| And I gotta get mine
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| Gonna floss up in the bed
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| Watchin' niggas watchin' me
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| That’s tryin' to take mine
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| But I got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas
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| Runnin' away from me
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| It’s time, bye, bye
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| Nigga don’t wind up playa hatin'
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| We got much love in Mo' Thug
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| It’s all about Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug
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| It’s all Mo' Thug, it’s all Mo', Mo' Thug |