Broken feelings, nothing to say It's getting closer, got find my way My path is blocked, my vision ain't clear I want to touch, but feel insecure I'm
: [Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone &Krayzie Bone:] Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck
guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home This battered room I've seen before The broken bones
a careless theif Who takes our lot but leaves behind the grief It is the heart that kills us in the end Just one more old broken bone that cannot mend
and lock to the rubble Need to slow down Cause I don't know if I can go out And force a little sunshine Out of broken bone powder Crushed Holdin on to
graves to uncover the bones and release you from the dark 'cause the moment that I seen you runnin fo' that last train comin', it done broke my heart [
you were sleepin', Don't look for me, don't wait for me. I found my path. (while you were sleeping) Over sticks and stones, over broken bones. I won'
begin to say how much you've shaped this boy, these last ten years or more. My friends we've seen it all, triumphs to drunken falls and our bones are broken
this rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien Blowing out my own fucking brain without lead projectiles, Bled when I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence And since I'm broke
Deniro They boost his ego path and broke down Reduced to zero Cops feel we poors hoping I'll reveal my source, source That splash against my hollow bones
rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the
By moon we walk to the Brujo's door Along a path of river stones Women with their nursing children seated on the floor We join the fevers and the broken bones
Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell
Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard
begin to say How much you've shaped this boy These last ten years or more My friends, we've seen it all Triumphs to drunken falls And our bones are broken
All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called, doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He
