Songtext zu 'Real Life' von Bone Brothers

-Layzie Bone-(Bizzy Bone-[Treach]-Intro-
Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony. Yeah. [Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do] Treach in the motherfuckin' house. (It's time to hit 'em with the real shit.) Like Bone Thugs say ["Cleveland say hit em all night. Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone] (Uh, yeah)

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-
Da da, dadada... We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy/ Hard time hustlin' (We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light in Little Bizzy's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy) Hard time hustlin'

-Layzie Bone-
Woke up this morning with my eyes wide, feelin' the pressure of livin' today, now, why should I try? I'm tired of feelin' this pain/ Game gon' recognize game/ And any nigga that really ain't feelin' me is the epitomy of what I be doing; These niggas is slippery/ If it's the history, let it repeat itself/ Treat yourself, don't cheat yourself to a life, live long/ Watch your health and better yourself and take care of yourself/ Tell 'em to suck on these nuts/ Money don't grow on trees, what? Killers will stop and squeeze bust, funny how shit don't ease up/ Strapped with the heat, live on the streets/ I got to go get it; Whatever we need/ My wife and my seeds dependin' on me; I'm tryin' to be the best I can be/ Talk about life, I won't get it twice/ Makin' this money for me and my wife/ Nigga's is wantin' to shut me down/ What about the kids, the kids, the kids? And straight watch out, my nigga, we dominate/ Make it to where you can't concentrate/ We releasin' it through and we bomb on hate/ Real life comin' at you/ Real life shit can happen/ Real life talkin' to ya/ Now, holler at me

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-
Da da, dadada... We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy/ Hard time hustlin' (We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light in Trigger Treach's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy) Hard time hustlin'

-Treach-
Twenty to Twenty to twenty bottles of, bottles of beer, of beer on the wall/ Now, Twenty to twenty to twenty bottles of, bottles of, beer/ Now, after one of the, one of the dollars, the dollars, happen to, happen to fall it be a "Klickow, Klickow!" hanna-now, bit bat to all of ya'll/ I got my chrome, protect my dome, plus my mask and my mic/ I got my own words they call The Ghetto Passion of Christ/ Niggas feel theyself too much, can't smell the shit that you're in/ I want to save all the children, but I'm pissed like urine/ Wether it's telegraph, they tell us why, they tell a lie/ Tell the Feds, the revolution this time will be televised/ I keep it funky, fuck ya hustler with a mustly hustler/ That's why my O.G.'s, we be hangin' out like rusty mufflers/ Dun-da-da dollar/ Down to grindin' not a 9 to 5'er/ I love you Boo, don't want no more, that Baby Momma' drama/ Haters call me, I hate it all/ Who try me? Yeah! (Brrraaa!) Whether you faulty or braided parts some hustlers can never fade it, c'mon

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-
Da da, dadada... We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy/ Hard time hustlin' (We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light inTrigger Treach's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy) Hard time hustlin'

-Krayzie Bone-
This life I'm livin' got me illin' sinnin' like everyday/ I'm spendin' my time preventin' my mind from flippin' and goin' insane/ Whenever we comin' up on these last days, rollin' in the fast lane, is only contributin' to my bad ways/ This ain't even my life 'cause I was supposed to be livin' forever right here in the flesh/ And I never been worrying 'cause I know God gon' make it better/ We runnin' around chasin' this paper like that's gon' save us/ We so caught up in tryin' to get famous, it's a shame, but, can you blame us? Cause takin' in all of these hard times, keep me blinded on mine/ Why we don't want to be like God, but, shit for the stars in the sky/ Niggas determined to get rich/ I'm afraid they gon' lose they glasses/ So the question is; Do you want to stay alive or try be wealthy for now?

-Bizzy Bone-
What are you talkin' about? Look at these motherfuckers in the streets walking around assed out/ Dead in the winter in another abandoned house/ They don't know nothin' about Random House, seein' my pitiful hands out/ Baby girl was ran down/ Harmony army stand down/ Sound off, Bone takin' a fifth of these wheels and round off/ Ante up, brother man, quicker than you can annouce it/ Uh, back to the real world where the murderin' happens/ It's touchin' everybody; Including the news and the Reverend/ Wantin' to battle but wasn't 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 can't turn me down like that I'm still your child/ I'm 'Pac too, I got as much 'Pac in me as you got in you/ Give 'em the game; Break it down/ Ya'll better read The Bible, dog/ Ya'll better know who wrote The Scriptures/ Ya'll better protect your soul/ Now, the Bone is finally focused; Pay attention to real talkin'/ 7 Sign, Mo! Thug, Thug Line still shinin' on 'em

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-
Da da, dadada... We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy/ Hard time hustlin' (We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light in Little Bizzy's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy) Hard time hustlin'