Lyrics: Layzie Bone: Law Of Attraction: On My Own (Featuring DaSanga)
This is how it is
This is how it has to be
No matter what they say
You know I’ma keep it street
I’ma do it on my own
Even if that mean strugglin’
I’ma do it on my own
Now I’m grindin’ and hustlin’ (just hustlin’)
Been chasin’ this paper
Been out in these streets
And I’ll be thuggin’ for eternity
You know I’ma doin’ it on my own
On my own
I’ma do it on my own
On my own
Want somethin’ done better do it yourself ’cause
Won’t nobody do it quite like you
I play to win with this hand I dealt
I make some deal with this high IQ
I see from a sky view high too I do eagle eye you mind you I got means to find you blind you sneak up from behind you like
Watch out!
Lil’ lucky on the road
Seven eleven and I’m servin’ them niggas
A one man army from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Ahead of the curve and I’m buryin’ niggas
Roaches call them scurryin’ niggas
Scary ass niggas be aware of them niggas
They hurryin’ tryin’ to compare to a nigga but worryin’ I’ma just pray for them niggas
Ay ‘Cause God blessed a child that got his own and be in the zone
I never worry about what the next nigga doin’
I’m true to it glued to the Bone
Grown ass swagger
Lil’ nigga catch up
Probably got swag and money but won’t match up
Try to get at me I get right back at ya
Better call help ’cause you gonn’ need back up
Faggot
Lil’ nigga sufferin’ from lack of
Take what’s mines boy I’m a prize fighter
Maggots shouldn’t try to act up
Act tough get Kanye’d up through that wire
Rider my desire on fire
Still thugged out my grind is required
Frees my mind I’m tryin’ to reach higher
Lil’ Layzie Bone (???)
Never been a task that Layzie can’t handle
Smash for the cash I lead by example
Blast from the past I jump into my time capsule
Came to the future now I’m the new asshole
They like
What he do that for
Turn crook and copped a new castle
In my book they got what they asked for
I collect the dough and I pass go
Hey
They never met a nigga that can get up on a grind
Let it hustle til the break of dawn
Make a nigga wonder what the fuck a nigga take me for
Time ain’t money what the fuck a nigga waitin’ on
Get gone get my muthafuckin’ paper on
I sit up high in my Bentley
I holler at a muthafucka later on
No time for bye I’m too busy
I’m on the race with this clock and every single day it got to be poppin’
RIP Eazy I represent Compton
Worldwide stompin’
Neighborhood mobbin’
I’m just too major for problems
Call me solution I solve ’em
I’m ash and ghost so who pausin’
Plus I make the rules so we all win
Hold on I answer my callin’
On the road to bring back the light
Real soldiers they here and then they fall in
No wrong you gots to go right
This game was made for real ballin’
I make the plays
I earn stripes
Raise up your fist if you all in
These are the days of our lives