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