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[Layzie Bone:] Deuce-double-oh-tre Layzie Bone, representin for all my fallen soldiers I keep my, feet on the concrete, and I ride for the cause That's why this opportunity still knockin like I would in my balls Forever the, hood in me dawg, and yeah the law is still trailin Been some time since I been drug sellin, they labeled me a thug felon And at least they think so, see me rollin in my Benzo drivin I-90 East on the freeway, po-po and they wanna stop me They see me leave the projects, pick up suspicious objects My cousin Skano had that sticky green so I went to cop it They always fuckin with me, just got a Denali truck They hate that I'm it with the windows tinted, finna roll this up And I know they hate to see me, they smell the leather on me As soon as they ask me for license I'm quick to flash it on 'em And sure done rollin 'em proper, cause dawg I learned my lesson Big Wally told me to get legit so I can roll with weapons And I pray the Lord he bless 'em, I pray he R.I.P. Forever I'm holdin down your legacy in these streets [Chorus: Layzie - singing] So we pour this liquor out For the thugs that's gone, for the thugs that's gone And if you feelin what we talkin about Then you know we mourn, and you know it's on SongtexteEven though they all gone home You know life goes on, and it won't be long 'til we see each other again It goes on and on on, and on and on on [Layzie Bone:] We wanted the money and the power, remember how quick it all came? Little hustlers gettin it, makin that dough, already we thick in the game We thought we as slick as they came, a little bit sick and deranged Doin thangs, did not seem strange, I can't explain but we had to bang And your name we keep it poppin, them polished pimpin playas Represent from everywhere, my niggaz from the Clair We keep on movin, movin, if I happen to be who next Just keep on movin, movin, makin these niggaz give respect Cause I'm that worldwide baller now, and everywhere I go I keep my heat right by my side, in case y'all ain't know We wouldn't do shit to start some drama, man we riders for real Layin our freedom on the line, tryin to provide us a meal And I'm makin mil's, sellin mil's off record deals, still in the hood Nigga Troy, Hollywood, Little Boo, it's all good We love y'all and miss y'all, Tombstone from Mo Thug You my dawg, and sho' enough, and you know when I show love (that's right) [Chorus] [Layzie Bone:] This life is tricky, ain't it? Pictures painted, tainted and distorted It's like these memories all I have, so I report it and record it Remember that baby she was gorgeous, not a flaw in the world But she left us and went to Heaven, oh precious, that beautiful little girl See we can take it for granted, cause it ain't promised Never know just how this life is gon' be Better take advantage as much as you can manage Cause if you damage it this is all it's gon' be - trust me Too many celebrities perish, these people we love and cherish And I had a chance to met Aaliyah, but I was too embarrassed And I should've took that chance, I heard that from a man Jam Master Jay was so real, y'all niggaz don't understand He told me to handle my busniess, make sure I pay my taxes A little advice from a legend to keep my paper stackin And I gotta give props to Eazy, that nigga put me on If he didn't believe in the Thugs, y'all wouldn't have heard of Bone [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania