Home-Bone Thugs N Harmony

Album by: Thug World Order Artist by: Bone Thugs N Harmony [layzie bone] I been stuck in the struggle And I been wonderin if Im ever gon bubble Im gettin caught up in the dust Instead of usin my muscle And everytime I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now Im back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a ni**a pull my number If it wasnt for the bone thug fam In this world where nobody dont give a damn But Im still a man Got a soul program Ima pump my fist Im stayin ready for this And you can put this on wish I never stayed in ya buis And when I needed a ride You wouldnt give me a lift And now Im poppin my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change ya life I wouldnt 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 ? ? so cloudy And I know what you dont know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control See Im screamin out mo With my pockets on swoll Please mr. postman, quit bringin these bills to my house Quit bringin distrust to my spouse Casuse Im ready for the kill on look out, look out If you niggas try to run up on the bone Ima show you like this ima pull out my chrome I dont wanna have to send a ni**a home Lord please take me home Come and take me home [chorus] [phil collins] Take, take me home Cause I dont remmeber Take, take me home Cause I dont remember [krayzie bone] Home,home,home,home,home, Home,home,home,home,home Please take me home When Im lookin at my money now ? ? livin foul I was runnin wild, sur-vi-ving Cause Im nine-to-five And even puttin overtime if I had to grind I was stayin up, slangin up, hangin up on the block Duckin ? ? the cops clocked on the night-shift Didnt think Id ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto But we finally made it Stay dedicated to the music we made yeah Now its on bone thug Leave alone, came back the next year Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the go And what do you know (oh no) Eazy, rest his soul Left us in the mess, I dont regret it But we better get up and get it, go Everythangs gon wrong Especially bone, it never been right I knew it woulda been on We woulda been tight We would of been in the zone ridin so high Up in the game fire, does, lie 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 Im goin through it And aint feelin 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 Im losin it right Now (right now, now) [chorus] [bizzy bone] Ill never give in Ill never give up Ill let em live in They sinnin They pretend to be tough (pretend to be tough) Pretend to be blessed They want money and women, its never enough ? ? hope nobody knows just too much You better be good, you know up in the hood its so, We give em the dough Fired 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 Ill be one of the same, stay hatin the fake On the television runnin round tellin niggas be ready for hate 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 its all about guarding, guard the weak Lost mommy, poppy left home I miss wish uncle charlie Sit list in the back tellin his selction His date is probably Probably my mommy, song Cryin for the life of you gone Just me and my destiny lets roll, lets 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 see too And I really hope u live through what we spit on the song You might have through somethin hopin nothin like bone Like one said well never make it Like two, thirty mil in they faces ? ? Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs The music ni**a make it back, scandlous But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin now Gotta keep it comin fool in my babys mouth And things have changed like relationships Aint did nothin, now you wanna flip Suin people thangs you wouldve never made on your own Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood Bye, think Im home Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, itll all be gone You can really help a busta if it aint ment to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee Im tired of tryin to help these thugs Lord just guide em home, guide em home [chorus]