Lyrics: BONE Enterpri$e: Faces Of Death: Everyday Thang
Everyday was almost the same thang
’cause it’s all about survival of the fittest
What you are about to hear will portray the image of a young black male living everyday life in the ghetto today. So Bone, drop dat.
Bizzy Bone
Live like a hustla
‘Cause I ain’t with bein’ broke
I’m rollin’ dope
And I’m bound to let the gun smoke
I’m gettin’ richer everyday because I’m selling crack
And yo police ain’t jack
So I just wait to pull the trigger back
I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won’t let you slide
I need all ten, and I ain’t takin’ nine ninety-nine
So how you figure you’re gettin’ up around the Bone?
You try to gank you catch some blows to your damn dome
Don’t take no shorts
that’s why I’m climbin’ to the top
and everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks
Yo ain’t it funny
the way the Bone will make his money
and won’t get caught because the cops to me ain’t nothin’ but dummies
So what you need?
I’m servin’
Everything is straight
I mean it’s great
And now I’m rollin’ heavyweight
And coppers hate to see me come up off the ‘cane
And makin’ ends to Biz is like an everyday thang
Everyday was almost the same thang
’cause it’s all about survival of the fittest
Layzie Bone
I hit the floor
And now I’m lookin’ for my khaki pants
I looked around and couldn’t find ’em so I put on Stan’s
And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes
They lookin’ hit ’cause I was runnin’ from the biggy-blues
That’s when I headed out the hizzy and jumped in the smug
And put my skully on my head
And now I’m lookin thug
Car souped up
Posse seven deep
Now we gettin’ loose
Well since we posse’d up we might as well go get the brews
I bust a U-turn on the Clair
So we can rush the store
We need a case or maybe two
Or maybe three or four
Pay for the brews
Up in the smug
And now we getting buzzed
I be like, “Word up cuz”
Brushin’ on my peach fuzz
Looked for the party cause there’s lots of women to be grabbin’
We went on (?) to the one Ali was havin’
We stepped up in it
Pumped as hell
And yo it wasn’t lame
And gettin’ brewed to Layzie Bone
Is just an everyday thang
Everyday was almost the same thang
’cause it’s all about survival of the fittest
Krayzie Bone
Load up the pistol
Ask Layzie for a couple clips
And get the twelve-gauge
‘Cause I got another lick
Round up the posse
Call up James, Wish, and double-Zs
My nigga Tone, Big Stinga
You know we scorin’ keys
I heard the dread’s sellin’ some dope
It’s comin off the lake
Down at the dock
And yo it ‘posed to be at eight
So hurry up
We getting paid
No matter what the cost
And since they thinkin’ they all that
They gotta take a loss
They can’t hang with the Bones
Get it in your head
Forget a dread
I’m leavin’ all those suckas dead
We on the scene I must admit
Hoop Phi’s drunk
They started slamin’ those dreads like a power dunk
I mean blastin’ and crashin’
K-Bone is the assassin
I started sprayin’
And count out caskets
We got the dope and we got rich
But yo, we still the same
And it’ll never change
‘Cause it’s an everyday thang
Everyday was almost the same thang
’cause it’s all about survival of the fittest
Layzie Bone
Call up your posse chump
And yo
And you will never win it
Because my organization see
We got fifty million niggas in it
You wanna scrap
Come on let’s do it
We can get it done
It’s kinda funny plus I’ll show you
That I’m not the one (I ain’t the one)
You stupid bro
Now what you ball up your fist for
Make you think we was buckin’
And capped you down with my pistol
A dirty move yo
Layzie had the sucka fooled
Yeah it was cool
They shoulda had the boy schooled
You messin’ with a brotha Bone
Yes it’s good to go
I beat on niggas everyday so, yo
I’m not a ho
So gimme P’s if you see me walkin’ down the street
Because I can’t be beat
Known for breakin’ niggas teeth
I’m droppin B’s
And you never catch me chill and calm
I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb
See all my fellas and even the Bone
We is insane and throwin’ blows on foes
Is just an everyday thang
Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house, you know what I’m sayin? I gotta give some P’s up to my homies that’s still doin them everyday thangs with me. I gotta say what’s up to my brother Stan Howse, Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo, and the troublemakers in the house for these funky productions, and yo, K-Chill’s in the house, too, so bus tickets, G.
‘Cause it’s all about survival of the fittest
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