Acoustic songs make everyone sad these days All about broken hearts and love fading away Well we've got one here so we can cheer you up About the people
Don't you tell me what to be you see 'Cos all I'll say to you is fuck off and die My life is mine, my body is me Fuck all religions, fuck off and die
It's like your paradise, but it's not what it seems Ideals are not reality, they're nothing more than dreams It's like your idols that offer you freedom
I've been sitting here, I just don't understand Why do these people treat me like a clown? I get up every morning at the right time, But when I get
Typical people, I know you'll be there Party tricks that I just can't bear See you dressed in your nice new suit Fall about 'cos your pissed as a newt
This is so shockingly revealing That this hole is finally healing That you ripped through my chest Too bad you were second best Please stay awake There
Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time so we had to creep Broke through a back
your broken bones And I don't know why you'd want to try It's plain to see you're on your own I ain't blind, no some folks are crazy Others walk that
Assassin Provin' a point to many people Some claim to be assassins But to Bone there is no equal And Bone will stand alone And buck down any other sucka
your throat Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE Loving this weed smoke [KRAYZIE BONE] Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews Steadily losing me balance
Bone, Bone, Bone Wasteland soldiers These are the days of our lives (Of our lives, of our lives) I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever
it to your face I hear your little chatter sayin' that the Bone done Smilin' in my presence hatin' on that thug love But Bone got a category, fan base
Bone- Toking my flow, it been potent like dro (its that Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..) ..after one toke they want some more, they cant let go. -Wish Bone-
trues Nothin' to lose, everything to prove Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin' Always on the come up creepin', runnin' this shit, now Puttin' that Bone
Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell
left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke
Lloyd Banks] Bitch back up off me if you aint no worker You aint got to run we pimpin it aint gonna hurt ya Theres alot of broken bones when i roam
