THESE DAYZ

[GAY-FLAMER]

someone post
these lyrics.thanks

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Krayzie Bone-Intro- I'm representin'
muthafuckin' Thugline nigga, in 1999. You muthafuckers wanna find the real thugs and
hustlas, nigga? Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from. Now we're the real thugs .


-Chorus-Krayzie Bone- This how we livin' these days (And this is for my gangsta,
gangsta, gangsta/ And that one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)

-Krayzie Bone-
Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ You feelin' me? These
days, you gotta be packin' a gun; Everybody your enemy/ These days, it's every nigga for
they self/ Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ And that's
why these days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ Tell 'em, these days/ You can't
be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ And these days, no tellin' when you'll meet your coffin I
seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ Don't trip, shit if you're rich, you're
rich/ Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ Grab your cash and split your shit/ These
days, stay on the low low and away from po po/ Unless you're ready to pull your fo fo and
blow/ How come these days niggas wanna be the Don of the mob?/ They claim it, but they
never qualify for the job/ These days, we bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it's
1999, nigga....

-Chorus-

-Kaymont- Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and
y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ I'm the type to jump out your bushes and bust you with the
30,30 You want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of nigga that'll send
letterbombs to all my enemies I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ The police
all on my dick, because they recognize a thug/ Nigga, we tryin' to get money, we don't
respect the police/ Until us thugs unite, it ain't gon' never be no peace/ Niggas be goin' to
school with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/ Bustin' shotguns
and 9's/ Picture the scenes and screams and everybody runnin'/ Get on your knees, and
pray nigga, cuz the son of the Lord is comin'

-Asu- You know I came in time; that's
my frame of mind/ Now I'm able to separate the deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind/
Niggas can't get none of mine/ Not even some of mine/ Just cuz you got on a watch, nigga,
don't mean you know the time/ You stagnatin'/ You fags hatin' my motion/ From ocean to
ocean, my magic potion is devotion/ The nerve to hate what I deserve to do wasn't a
curse/ It was a signal; that's why that ass crashed, forgot to put on your blinker/ R.W.I.:
rollin' while infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my Masters/ Y'all done agitated disaster,
and at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with my heart and soul/ It's smart to roll, but dumb
to come/ Don't become the one I fold like a lawnchair/ You shouldn't have gone there/
What's the deal with the long stares? What's the purpose, jokers on earth surface to
surface, and any problem is handled with same day service? Fuck em.........

-Chorus-


-Bam- We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our
spot/ Gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop/ Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead
or alive/ Point of survival/ Let's get points with real niggas lives/ But you only see raw meat
on streets; these niggas love their heat/ Nowadays all bustas wanna thug like me/ You see it
be those ways that was so simple/ Execution style to gristle/ From the chair, heard 'em
whistle for my nigga, mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'/ Head back to all of y'all since
every niggas are hard and provin' they got the bigger balls/ Scared of the laws, told what he
saw and what he lookin' like/ Broke him off in the midnight/ I spared his life I said this shit is
tight

-Chorus-