Thug Mentality

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 everytime 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'm a pump my fist

I'm stayin' ready for this

And you can put this on Wish

I never stayed in ya buis'

And when I needed a ride

You wouldn't give me a lift

And now I'm poppin' my Cris

You niggers all on my dick

I want to change the world

You want to change ya life

I wouldn't a put up a fight

If I knew it was trite

They say everything happin' for a reason

Can you tell me why these niggers bleedin'

Needin' general assistance

Out here needin' public housing

Out here tryin' make ends meet

Tryin' get on their feet

But see 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. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house

Quit bringin' distrust to my spouse

'Cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out

If you niggers try to run up on the Bone

I'm a show you like this I'm a pull out my chrome

I don't want to have to send a nigger home

Lord please take me home

Come and take me home

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remmeber

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Home,Home,Home,Home,Home,

Home,Home,Home,Home,Home

Please take me home

When I'm lookin' at my money now

livin' foul

I was runnin' wild, sur-vi-ving

'Cause I'm nine-to-five

And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind

I was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the block

Duckin' the cops clocked on the night-shift

Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto

But we finally made it

Stay dedicated to the music we made yeah

Now it's on Bone Thug

Leave alone, came back the next year

Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the go

And what do you know (Oh no)

Eazy, rest his soul

Left us in the mess, I don't regret it

But we better get up and get it, go

Everything's goin' wrong

Especially Bone, it never been right

I knew it would of been on

We would of been tight

We would of been in the zone ridin' so high

Up in the game fire, does, lie

See we used to love makin' music

We was always in the studio, groovin'

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 now, now)

I'll never give in

I'll never give up

I'll let 'em live in

They sinnin'

They pretend to be tough (Pretend to be tough)

Pretend to be blessed

They want money and women, it's never enough

hope nobody knows just too much

You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so,

we give 'em the dough

Fired out, laughin' up

When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk

And to the grave, I been one of the brave

Not one of the slaves

And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake

On the television runnin' 'round tellin' niggas be ready for hate

Guard Leathafce and the grin right up under my face

I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate

Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake

The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak

Lost mommy, poppy left home

I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie

Sit list in the back tellin' his selection

His date is probably

Probably my mommy, song

Cryin' for the life of you gone

Just me and my destiny let's roll, let's roll

When I lost my Uncle Charle 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 through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone

Like one said we'll never make it

Like two, thirty mil in they faces

Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs

The music nigga make it back, scandlous

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 want to flip

Suin' people thangs you would've never made on your own

Now I want to stay, watch thug niggers leave the hood

Bye, think I'm home

Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone

You can really help a busta if it ain't ment to be

Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee

I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs

Lord just guide em' home, guide 'em home