times It's hard dogg but we manage Schools turn to war zones Even homes unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come Someone explain
baby, show me what you're made for, Oh, so long that I've been waiting, I'm sweating bullets, baby, don't know what to do now, So hot in here, I'm fainting, Like little children
gun blaze So I say Watch your back and don't come around my way [Talking] What must be What shall be That which is necesity to him that struggles Is little
alright! Is Flesh really comin home? Is Bizzy comin' home? Just wish he'd come and take Henny the dome! I'm so high, stay faded. (faded) Might feel a little
club and fight me I'm sorry that I'm just so fuckin exciting Steadily cordial like this killa 'posed to And I wish you would really come try to test me
) I can't remember yesterday, whatever happened to yesterday? Feels like tomorrow done come to fast {Goodlove} I can't remember yesterday, whatever happened to yesterday? (Alright alright) Feels like tomorrow done come
and say she want do Now the bitch has got the people in my business, (all in my business) They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You illin
To pop off in my country! [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When
Some say it stupid but violence really lives where I come from Hungry little kids where I come from Thugs like me where I come from [Bridge] [Hook to
the door with the Bone flow Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come
Now why did they kill him It's one of my niggas is dreamin' schemin on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around And keep
little bit, smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you? Now, we got to make these millions We got to look out for these Bone thug children
kneel again and pray Rusty bells, rusty bells Pity those who've gone astray Ring again and help them find the way When will us like little children
my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Thru the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little children by their sides Come
that I can leave for My children's (children's) children's (children) Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah) Fighting for sales when
the people wanna see me make the people wanna touch me make the children wanna be me make the women wanna rush me Sometimes it'll get a little ugly