Real Life

(feat. Treach & Krayzie Bone)

(Layzie Bone, Treach, Bizzy Bone)

Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony

Forgive them father for they know not what they doin

Treach in the mother****** house

It's time to hit em with the real ************t,

Like Mo' Thug, we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone

(Chorus#1: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone)

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,

Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ

I see the light through little Layzie's eyes,

Hope he can see him in mine,

This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,

Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ

I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes,

Hope he can see him in mine,

Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

(Verse 1: Layzie Bone)

Woke up this mornin with my eyes wide,

Feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try?

Im tired of feelin this pain, game gon recognize game,

And any ****** that really aint feelin me

Is the epitome of what I be doin these ******s is slippery,

If its the history let it repeat itself,

Treat yourself dont cheat yourself,

To a life live long, watch your health, better yourself and take care of yourself

Tell em to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what

Killas will stop and squeeze bust,

Funny how ************t dont ease up

Strapped with the heat, live in the streets

I gotta go get it, whatever we need

My wife and my seed dependin on me

Im tryin to be the best I can be

Talk about life, I wont get it twice

Makin this money for me and my wife,

******s is wantin to shut me down

What about the kids the kids the kids is great

Watch out my ****** we dominate

Make it to where you cant concentrate

Releasing it through when we bomb on hate

Real life comin atcha, real life ************t can happen, real life talkin to ya,

Now holla at me.

(Chorus #2: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone)

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,

Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ

I see the light through little Layzie's eyes

Hope he can see him in mine,

This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives,

Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ

I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes,

Hope he can see him in mine

Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin).

(Verse 2: Treach)

Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall

A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer,

And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall

It'll be a plick plow plick plow, hunana brick brack to alla yall

I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic

I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ

******s feel theyself too much cant smell the ************t that youre in

I wanna save all the children but Im pissed like urine

With these telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie

Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised

I keep it funky ****** ya hustla wit a musty hussa

Thats why my O-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas

Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a

I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama

Haters call me, I hated all who try me yea,

Whether youre bald or youre braided parts

Them hustlas can never fade it, come on

(Chorus #2)

(Verse 3: Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone)

(Krayzie)

This life Im livin got me ill its livin like everyday

Im spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane

And now that we comin up on these last days, we're livin the fast lane

Its only contributing to my bad ways

This aint even my life, cuz I was supposed to be livin forever

Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven cuz I know God gon make it better.

We runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us

We so caught up in tryin to be famous,

Its a shame but can you blame us? cuz

Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine

Why we dont wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky

****** determined to get rich, Im afraid gon lose they blessings

So the question is: you wanna stay alive, or tryin to be wealthy? but nah

(Bizzy)

What is you talkin about?

Look at these mother******as in the streets, walkin around, assed out

Scared of the winter in another abandoned house

They dont know nothin about random outs

See em my pitiful hand is out

Baby girl was ran down

Harmony harmony stand down

Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off

Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you can get an ounce off uh

Back to the real world where the murderin happens.

Its touchin everbody, including the news and the rapping

Why would I babble and wouldnt nobody blastin

Everybody would only be spittin out metaphors put it on Jesse Jackson

And you can just ask him the rappin is real

And you cant turn me down like that Im still your child (put it on)

Pac too I got as much Pac in me as you got in you.

Give em the game, break it down, yall better read the Bible cause

Yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your souls

Now the Bone is finally focused,

Pay attention to real talkin

7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thug Line still ************nin on em

(Chorus #1: x2)