back in the day-day} B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn [Outro: Bizzy Bone] Church nigga, church! Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone Young Bizzy Bone, Flesh n Bone, Wish n Bone
thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back
1st, so I'm getting my hustle on Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone Wanna know did you O.G check come? (She put me down) I'mma hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother
Bone] Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Good Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye! Why they want to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone,
nothin' but strugglers. I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama. So I gotta drop my Pz, but I think way back in the day now, when Moms and Pops had my back
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,
still here to rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ???ause we don??° play in this land of the loc???, where brothers
back to save ya/ Man all you back stabbers never ever fade us/ Man I'm so glad we back in action...nigga say what?!? -Felecia & Krayzie Bone- Chorus
Intro-Bizzy (Krayzie)- (Bone, Bone, Bone...) Uh uh, yeah, uh yeah. It's the original buddah lovaz. Thank God... for the message, the love the faith/
homes!, make them stop it cause you know them thugs is gonna live on! [Chorus with Bizzy Bone] (X2) [Verse Two: Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone] [Bizzy:]
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
journey is going on forever Home is where my heart is And I'm always on my way I don't look back now We don't look back now It takes power to walk on
like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
comes back to us In the form of a handful of dust Comes back in the form of smitten child Our raped daughters, our The broken bones, souls cleaved from
go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street Passed the acorns on my way, bitch. it's just anotha day Big Banks came through and started mixin Sittin in the studio kick back
punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell, him or me Locked in a cell or out on the street Every day on the ave another brother
legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA, all day
your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one
