"FAMILY TREE - Prerelease
Alternate Version"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Layzie:
Yeah, Bone Thugs~N~Harmony.
They got us bustin' on these haters and it's crazy, they got us runnin'
from these motherfuckin' po-po baby.
We cannot die if we pump-pump-pump and we spray, we spray.
Layzie:
Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn, when
there's so much stress surroundin' me daily? This world's
so cruel and shady, and I really do miss my baby, Babi Boi.
Oh, boy, me and your bigger brother, we keeps it realer.
You'll always be our little nigga, and I know your mama
miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until
then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss
him much. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up?
We can ride and roll, I know, without those po-po trailin',
bailin' all the way to heaven, bet you that's a promise.
Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas can't test us.
Creep, defeat is all you'll meet. Rollin' with the
niggas that pack the heat and a sack of weed, straight outta
control, testin' souls, hoes, niggaroes, playa haters, and the po-pos
as well. If we could (?) everybody (?), am I livin' in
Hell? Nigga really can't tell, so I prepare for the worst,
and hope for the best, and the rest is written. Some wanna
treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit
that's hidden. Could I be? Come a little bit closer,
why you cautious when you approach us? Is you scared of the
fact we soldiers? Mo Thug Records fin to take shit over.
Under my halo, pray more, say Mo Thug with love to the
depth that game goes. Die all of you hoes, foes, and you po-pos.
Nigga, better roll or get rolled over. We shuttin'
shit down. And you know a nigga love to get buckwild.
Pow. Come fuck with me, now, now, now.
Layzie [Bizzy]:
...haters and it's crazy, [they got us runnin' from these]
motherfuckin' po-po baby.
[We cannot die] if we pump-pump-pump and we spray.
They got us runnin' from these, and it's crazy, they got us
runnin' from these motherfuckin' po-po baby.
[We cannot die] if we pump-pump-pump and we spray.
Bizzy:
Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my
mission, we heatin' shit. Why vision? Been crooked, (?)
and sin is beginnin' of my endin'. I went in my Benz, but
why's my mind spinnin'? And then I'll say, "Hey, fuck
'em. My family ain't livin' for nothin', but strugglin' was
one of the reasons I'm thuggin' and steady stayed hustlin'."
Where was my lovin'? Somebody tell me somethin'--good
for nothin'. If I give you one of your (touch), will you
buck it all up for the love of (lust)? Hoes, I loves you
so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe. Peace 'til
the end of the road. That's where I'll go. But no,
nigga, don't lose your soul, but it's so cold. Trust in
mine, all right, then we can roll, roll, roll, roll.
Krayzie:
They got us buckin' on these haters and it's crazy, they got us
runnin' from these motherfuckin' po-po baby.
We cannot die, that's how we pump-pump-pump and we spray, spray,
spray.
Krayzie:
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up, boy, don't fuck
around, and get zipped in a body bag off in a grave, and your
brains'll be hangin'. Damaged bodies dragged off.
Everyday we see more niggas hatin', fakin', playa hation--that's
gettin' contagious. Why do these niggas think they can
break us? When I grab my pump, y'all niggas better try to
grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then
they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death.
We let 'em keep talkin', and they dogged us, man.
It's all the same, but what do we gain by giving you niggas
fame? So we let the records show. The forty-four
mag'll tag 'em, stack up them niggas who try to compete with
platinum harmony. Callin' me, follow me down to me corner,
slip up and your gonna get blasted. What do you wanna test
me for? Jealousy? Nigga, drop. Nigga, we bet
you plottin', that's why them triggers be cocked everytime.
Shoot 'em ninety-nine times out of a hundred. We gon'
hit somebody. Somebody gon' take a strippin', yeah. Y'all
niggas get carried off with the bodies. Mo (mighty) y'all
find us smokin' that grass. Nigga, pass the pump.
Hey, Rip, he takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.
Oh, nigga, that's why all of these playa hate us, man, but
when we come, they run, but we're gonna catch 'em, and one day
God forgive me, I don't know what got in me, but pin me,
they're gonna all fall down, way down, face down. Ain't got
nothin' but love, still niggas wanna test my nuts, and nigga you
know that [that, that, that, you know we didn't know that, that,
that], so nigga you know that [that, that, that] them thugstas
niggas [I figured you'd know that, that, that, that] stay
strapped [strapped], won't hestitate [you niggas should know
that, that, that, that] to bust back [yeah, yeah, yeah, my niggas
they know that, we know that . . .] It's nineteen ninety-nine.
It's almost nineteen ninety-nine.
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