Lyric Song Home: I been stuck in the struggle
And I been wonderin if I m ever gon bubble
I m gettin caught up in the dust
Instead of usin my muscle
And every time I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I m back up in the hustle
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
If a nigga pull my number
If it wasn t for the Bone Thug fam
In this world where nobody don t give a damn
But I m still a man
Got a soul program
I ma pump my fist
I m stayin ready for this
And you can put this on Wish
I ll never see the abyss
And when I needed a ride
You wouldn t give me a lift
And now I m poppin my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I wanna change the world
You wanna change ya life
I wouldn t put up a fight
If I knew it was trite
They sayin everything happin for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin
Needin general assistance
I m here needin public housing
I m here tryna make ends meet
Tryna get on their feet
But see my brain so cloudy
And I know what you don t know
You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
See the real niggas ready out here taken control
See I m screamin out Mo
With my pockets on swoll
Please Mr Postmanquit bringin these bills to my house
Quit bringin this stress to my spouse
Cause I m ready for the kill on look outlook out
If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I ma show you like this I ma pull my chrome
I don t wanna have to send a nigga home
Lord please take me home
Come and take me home
_~*Chorus*~_
_~*Phil Collins*~_
So taketake me home
Cause I dont remember
Taketake me home
Cause I dont remember
_~*Krayzie Bone*~_
HomeHomeHomeHomeHome
HomeHomeHomeHomeHome
Please take me home
When I m lookin at my money now
Make a living to when I was lini foul
I was runnin wildsur vi ving
Cause I m nine to five
And even puttin overtime if I had to grind
I was stayin upslangin uphangin up on the block
Ah nigga dodgin the cops clocked on the night shift
Didn t think I d ever make it outoutout of the ghetto
But we finally made it
Stay dedicated to the music we made yeah
Now it s on Bone Thug
Leave alonecame back the next year
Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the go
And what do you know Oh no
Eazyrest his soul
Left us in the messI don t regret it
But we better get up and get itgo
Everythang s gon wrong
Since you left Boneit never been right
I knew it woulda been on
We woulda been tight
We woulda been in the zone ridin so high
Up in the game firedoeslie
See we used to love makin music
We was always in the studiogroovin
We kept it movin we was ready to do it Right
But you know I m goin through it
And ain t feelin this rap thing right now
They got me trippin ready to flip
They got me trippin ready to come get my chips
They got me trippin loadin the clips
They trippin Lord I feel like I m losin it right
now Right nownow
_~*Chorus*~_
_~*Bizzy Bone*~_
I ll never give in
I ll never give up
I ll let em live in
They sinnin
They pretend to be toughPretend to be touched
Pretend to be blessed
They want money and womenit s never enough
Take in a breath slow nobody knows just too much
You better be goodyou know im from the hood and so
We give em the dough
Fired outlaughin up
When niggas diedniggas brought around nasty junk
And to the graveI been one of the brave
Not one of the slavesand one of the paid
And I ll be one of the savedstay hatin the fake
On the television runnin round tellin niggas be ready for hate
Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cakeI take another puff and shake
And swallow my pride it s all about guardinguard the weak
Lost mommypoppy left home
I miss Wish Uncle Charlie
Sit listen in the back and tellin his sellection
His date is probably
Probably my mommysong
Cryin for the life of you gone
Just me and my destiny let s rolllet s roll
_~*Chorus*~_
_~*Wi$h Bone*~_
When I lost my Uncle Charles a part of me went wrong
And it happened when the Bone was comin up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we see too
And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
You might have been through somethin hope its nothing like Bone
Like one said we ll never make it
Like twothirty mil in they faces
And I really gone slow when Bone has already left
Crossed overback to the hood we souljahs
The music nigga make it backscandlous
But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin now
Gotta keep it comin fool in my baby s mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain t did nothin now you wanna flip
Suin people thangs you would never made on your own
Now I wanna staywatch thug niggas leave the hood
Byethink I m home
Stick in the hoodmess with scrubsit ll all be gone
You can really help a busta if it ain t meant to be
Wit a little oohweewit a little oohwee
I m tired of tryin to help these thugs
Lord just guide em homeguide em home
_~*Chorus*~_
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