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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter
Bryon Anthony McCane
Bryon Anthony McCane
Songwriter
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Songwriter
Kevin Duane McCord
Kevin Duane McCord
Songwriter
Steven Howse
Steven Howse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Uneek
DJ Uneek
Producer
Aaron Connor
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
Rhodri Davies
Rhodri Davies
Recording Engineer
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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
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 boy, oh boy
Me and yo' bigger brother we keep it realer
You'll always be our lil' ****, 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 boy 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)
**** can't test us, creep defeat is all ya meet
Rollin' with tha **** that pack the heat
And the sack of weed, straight out of control
Testin' souls, hoes, ****, playa haters
And tha po-po as well, **** need mail
Everybody need mail and we livin' in hell
**** really can't tell, so why?
Prepare for the worst and 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 Thugs 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-po's
**** better roll or get rolled over, we shuttin' shit down
And you know a **** love to get buck wild
Pow come fuck wit' me now (now, now)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison
The end is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?
Been crooked, red handed sin is beginnin' of my endin'
I went in my Benz but, why is my mind spinnin?
And then I'll say "Hey, fuck it, my family ain't livin' for nothin'"
But strugglin' was one of the reasons I'm thuggin'
And stayed steady hustlin', where was my lovin'?
Somebody tell me somethin', good for nothin'
If I give you, what'll you'll touch
Will you fuck it all up for the love of lust?
'Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe
Peace till the end of the road, that's where I'll go
But no, **** don't lose your soul, but it's so cold
Trust in mine, alright then we can roll (roll, roll)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Was ya, too young, mama and daddy, when ya
Lay down and had some?
I remember y'all breakin' up, and shippin' us off back to the land, damn
What went wrong? Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha
'Cause outta all that shit I got two sisters and a brother
And I learned to harmony
On the streets, of tha Clair, that's where, I'm from y'all
On the streets, of tha Clair, that's where, I met Bone Thugs y'all
It's gettin' time to be a man, gotta get out the house
'Cause I can't stand mommy's man, he talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
That's where I learned how to sell drugs
It's where I learned how to pump slugs
It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine
So I creep and I grind, knock knock kickin' doors down
Kill a **** sleep, give it up or you're dyin'
And I know that shit was wrong
But don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me
'Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)
Bloody redrum, ****, we nothin' but survivors
Rest in peace to the gang that collide with us
We survivors, that's why we be
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag
Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin'
Damaged bodies dragged off
Everyday we see mo' **** hatin', fakin'
Playa hatin', it's gettin' contagious
Why do these **** think they can break us?
When I grab my pump y'all **** better try to grab
What's left of yo' chest, **** be talkin' and then
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let 'em keep talkin' man, they dogged us man, it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin' you **** fame?
So we let the record show
That .44 mag' 'll tag'em stack up them ****
Who try to compete with the platinum
Harmony callin' me, follow me down to tha corner
Slip up and you're gonna get blasted
What do you wanna test me for? Jealousy, **** drop
**** we bet you plottin' that's why them triggers be cocked every time
Shoot 'em 99 times out of 100 we gon' hit somebody
Somebody gonna take a strippin' (yeah)
Y'all know he gets carried off wit' them bodies
Mo Mighty, y'all find us smokin' that grass, **** pass the pump
Hey RIP, he takin' a loss and wakin' up in that coffin (that coffin)
Oh we gettin' at all of these playa haters man, but when we come they run
But we're gonna catch 'em and one day God forgive me
I don't know what got to me, but then me **** they'll all fall down
Way down, face down, ain't got nothin' but love
Still **** wanna test my nuts sayin' "**** you know that, that, that, that"
You know we didn't know that, that (sayin' "**** you know that, that, that, that")
Them thugsta **** stay strapped (strapped)
(I figured you'd know that, that, that, that)
Won't hesistate to bust back (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My **** we know that, you know that, that, that, that
It's 1990 '90-'90-'90-'90
It's almost 1990-'90-'90-'90-'90, it's almost 1999
Tee-nine, tee-nine-nine-nine-nine
Written by: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Charles Scruggs, Kevin Duane McCord, Steven Howse
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