| Krayzie: Bone, Bone, Bone . . . Wasteland soldiers. These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives]. I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever. Come and look deeply in my eyes. [with Layzie: my eyes] I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever, and ever. Bone, Bone, Bone . . . We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare. Only time will tell who dies. These are the days of our lives. [Layzie: Only time will tell . . .] Come look deeply in my eyes. These are the days of our lives. See the murder mold our lives. [Layzie: See the murder mold.] These are the days of our lives. [Layzie: These are the days of our lives.] These are the days of our lives. Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs. [with Layzie: We're more than thugs. We're more than thugs. We're more than thugs.] With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors. [with Layzie: We're warriors. We're warriors. We're warriors.] Layzie: Eternal Your thugs. Here I come, tellin' 'em soldier stories. Been daily collectin' my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin', no restin', we journey. This blessin' shiftin' the game, rearrangin' thangs, 'cause most the world was bringin' me down. Mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . . Wish: . . . but he won't get me in time, fuckin with Bone, and he's likin' these rhymes. We rhyme, better believe, it's all the ... |
