[Intro: Krayzie Bone]
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family
My family, this is my family this is my family my family
[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
Lord help me 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, Baby Boi, oh boy
Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then
I guess I'm stuck [Oh Fuck]
Little T, know I miss him much, when I get to heaven Baby Boi, What's up?
We can ride and roll, I know
Without these Po-Po trailin', bailin'
All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise
Comin' with tha bombs (bombs)
Niggas can't test us, creep defeat is all ya meet
Rollin with tha niggas that pack the heat
And a sack of weed, straight out of control
Testin souls, hoes, niggeroes, playa haters
And tha po-po as well, Nigga need Mail, everybody need mail, and we livin' in hell
Nigga really can't tell, So I, Prepare for the worst and I hope for the best
And the rest as 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 ya scared of tha fact we soldiers?
Mo' Thug Records finna take shit over
Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love
To tha depth that tha game goes
Die all 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 buck wild
Pow come fuck wit me now [now, now]
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family
My family, this is my family this is my family my family
[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
Lord help me 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, Baby Boi, oh boy
Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then
I guess I'm stuck [Oh Fuck]
Little T, know I miss him much, when I get to heaven Baby Boi, What's up?
We can ride and roll, I know
Without these Po-Po trailin', bailin'
All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise
Comin' with tha bombs (bombs)
Niggas can't test us, creep defeat is all ya meet
Rollin with tha niggas that pack the heat
And a sack of weed, straight out of control
Testin souls, hoes, niggeroes, playa haters
And tha po-po as well, Nigga need Mail, everybody need mail, and we livin' in hell
Nigga really can't tell, So I, Prepare for the worst and I hope for the best
And the rest as 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 ya scared of tha fact we soldiers?
Mo' Thug Records finna take shit over
Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love
To tha depth that tha game goes
Die all 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 buck wild
Pow come fuck wit me now [now, now]
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