Из альбома: The Art of War
Krayzie:
Why do I stay high? . . .
Bizzy:
Why do I stay high? . . .
Krayzie:
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in
harmony, harmony,
then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just
like me, like me.
Krayzie:
How many more days on this old earth. Can you see? It's blind to me,
so we should get ready for Armageddon, 'cause I
know God should be ready to roll. Do away with the wickedest shit like
Mr. Policeman, and, dog, if you with it, then pump up
your fist in the air, then pray for the politicians freely, get an
amen, the last days of the last day, day, day.
Bizzy:
That's why I get high. That's why I get high. I'm holdin' on to my
soul, but nobody knows when it all unfolds, and then when I
go, I go. Remember the dead, 'cause all that I got, I got all on my
own with Bone, Bone, Bone, muggin' thuggin' through your
door. Hoes speakin' of the last and the time when I'm passed, and
Charlie wanna hear ya Bone, but I can't go wrong. I'm a
flip it with my song, better turn it on, 'cause you love that thuggish
ruggish Bone Bone Bone Bone, Crossroads, what a real
cruel world, now I doubt the journey of us lost souls, who meant so
much. Why wasn't I chose? But He will not stop clones
whose shots don't drop Bone, no oh, oh, oh, and if I could teach the
world to be a thug like me, then they probably be thuggin'
in heaven eternally.
Layzie:
Everyday the world goes round and round. I see it's a small world
after all, 'cause I can go meet, and I greet with my fans,
smoke a little weed and have a little laugh with ya'll, but every now
and then, I gets caught up in the playa hation. Lord, what's
wrong with this nation? Erase 'em. But if I could to teach the world
to be a thug just like me, you could live your lifestyle
worry-free in the arms of the Lord eternally. No mystery, but check
the essence of the story: a warrior, wasteland warrior so
true. Divine--it's mine, East 1999, it's where you're findin' all of
my kind everytime.
Krayzie:
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in
harmony, harmony,
then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just
like me, like me [if I, if I].
Krayzie:
We stand as united, but fall if divided. My thugs is the tightest,
'cause God is our guide, and they only define us as killas and
fighters. The critics and writers backstab when typin' our story. The
war to be warrior, that's for sure, and as thugs we're
more and more and more and more.
Wish:
I got, we got too much shit to give, got shit to give, especially, but
still understood by the older folks and little kids. Come on,
all a y'all, follow me. Bone, way to go, we know the way to go, follow
me, follow me, Bone, and that's why I stay high, 'cause
I got shit to deal with--the government and these playa haters out to
kill Wish, wanna hurt this, but, uh uh, I got true Mo Thug
niggas you just can't fuck with, artillery you can't come with. Nigga,
better let it rest, shit. To the little boys and girls all over
the world, this shit that we say's for the streets--not for you to go
and do or to repeat. Please, if we can, no more murder
amongst ourselves. If we can, no more murder.
Krayzie:
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in
harmony, harmony then I would teach the world, [whole wide
world] to be a thugsta just like me, like me.
with Bizzy:
Why do I stay high? . . .