BONE BROTHERS


Real Life Lyrics

[Layzie Bone, Treach, Bizzy Bone]
Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony
Forgive them father for they know not what they doin
Treach in the motherf**kin house
It's time to hit em with the real shit,
Like Mo' Thug, we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone

[Chorus#1: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone]
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,
Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ
I see the light through little Layzie's eyes,
Hope he can see him in mine,
This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,
Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ
I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes,
Hope he can see him in mine,
Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
Woke up this mornin with my eyes wide,
Feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try?
Im tired of feelin this pain, game gon recognize game,
And any nigga that really aint feelin me
Is the epitome of what I be doin these niggas is slippery,
If its the history let it repeat itself,
Treat yourself dont cheat yourself,
To a life live long, watch your health, better yourself and take care of yourself
Tell em to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what
Killas will stop and squeeze bust,
Funny how shit dont ease up
Strapped with the heat, live in the streets
I gotta go get it, whatever we need
My wife and my seed dependin on me
Im tryin to be the best I can be
Talk about life, I wont get it twice
Makin this money for me and my wife,
Niggas is wantin to shut me down
What about the kids the kids the kids is great
Watch out my nigga we dominate
Make it to where you cant concentrate
Releasing it through when we bomb on hate
Real life comin atcha, real life shit can happen, real life talkin to ya,
Now holla at me.

[Chorus #2: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone]
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,
Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ
I see the light through little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see him in mine,
This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,
Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ
I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes,
Hope he can see him in mine
Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

[Verse 2: Treach]
Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall
A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer,
And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall
It'll be a plick plow plick plow, hunana brick brack to alla yall
I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic
I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ
Niggas feel theyself too much cant smell the shit that youre in
I wanna save all the children but Im pissed like urine
With these telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie
Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised
I keep it funky f**k ya hustla wit a musty hussa
Thats why my O-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas
Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a
I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama
Haters call me, I hated all who try me yea,
Whether youre bald or youre braided parts
Them hustlas can never fade it, come on

[Chorus #2]

[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone]
[Krayzie]
This life Im livin got me ill its livin like everyday
Im spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane
And now that we comin up on these last days, we're livin the fast lane
Its only contributing to my bad ways
This aint even my life, cuz I was supposed to be livin forever
Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven cuz I know God gon make it better.
We runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us
We so caught up in tryin to be famous,
Its a shame but can you blame us? cuz
Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine
Why we dont wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky
Nigga determined to get rich, Im afraid gon lose they blessings
So the question is: you wanna stay alive, or tryin to be wealthy? but nah

[Bizzy]
What is you talkin about?
Look at these motherf**kas in the streets, walkin around, assed out
Scared of the winter in another abandoned house
They dont know nothin about random outs
See em my pitiful hand is out
Baby girl was ran down
Harmony harmony stand down
Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off
Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you can get an ounce off uh
Back to the real world where the murderin happens.
Its touchin everbody, including the news and the rapping
Why would I babble and wouldnt nobody blastin
Everybody would only be spittin out metaphors put it on Jesse Jackson
And you can just ask him the rappin is real
And you cant turn me down like that Im still your child (put it on)
Pac too I got as much Pac in me as you got in you.
Give em the game, break it down, yall better read the Bible cause
Yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your souls
Now the Bone is finally focused,
Pay attention to real talkin
7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thug Line still shinin on em

[Chorus #1: x2]

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