Lyrics Bone Thugs–N–Harmony – Sound The Same
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Layzie Bone (Krayzie)
(Yeah) Yeah…Bone Thugs…
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa…England (you know it’s the same shit everywhere I go, you know)
Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change
(It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Krayzie Bone
I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
‘Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
runnin’ from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn’t give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin’ up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast
Destroyin’ the system, make some money to survive the streets
but you deep inside this ain’t how you tryna be
But it’s all to think when you’re strugglin’ and can’t sleep
’cause ya hungry and can’t eat, ’cause livin just aint free..but shet
Pappa been laid off…mamma been laid off
Everywhere I here the same old song…
Chorus
Layzie Bone
To probably take a loss, I’m tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I’m out here reppin’ Cleveland
They got be bobbin, weavin’
nigga give me the reason
To let ’em flies…do or die, niggas no longer breathin’
And I’m just tryna break even, leavin’ you leakers steadley creepin’
Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone)
and momma can’t do it on her on (her on)
Lights off, gas gone
mumma, daddy comin’ home?
I guess not, sell rocks, rappin’ with my niggas Bone
(wassup Wish! yeah…we all we got!) and that’s Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
(wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got…nigga!)
and that’s Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..
Chorus
Wish Bone
So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too
Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks
catch cases…shit me too
That’s the story no one ridin’, nobody can tell it for me
Mumma workin’ double shift…daddy who? daddy who?
And when he do it’s always later, never came
he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again
Don’t wonder why it’s like that in the ghetto
Grew up, outta luck
Don’t give a fuck about life so we let ’em go
I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow
Give me money and I can keep my temper low
Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes
priorities fucked up, but we already know!
Chorus
