Krayzie:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family,
My family.
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 on you, (bleed). 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.
Krayzie:
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Bizzy:
Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we
Heatin’ shit. Why vision? Be 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’. We strugglin’ was one of the reasons I’m thuggin’ and
Steady stay hustlin’.» Where was my lovin’? Somebody tell
Me somethin’, (?) nothin’. If I give you one of your (touch), will you
Buck it all up for the love of (lush)? 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.
