Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Krayzie Bone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Theze Dayz Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

(feat. K-Mont, Asu & Bam) 

 

(Krayzie Bone talking) 

I'm representing motherfucking Thugline nigga (1999) 

Motherfuckers wanna find the real thugs and hustlers, nigga (fucking bitches) 

Come to the motherfucking ghetto where we from nigga 

Now where the real thugs? 

 

[Chorus - Krayzie Bone] 

This is how we living these days {*repeat 8X*} 

(And this is for my gangster, gangster, gangster) 

(And that one's for my thugster, thugster, thugster) 

 

Related 

 

23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love 

 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

 

[Krayzie Bone] 

Nigga these days we killing much quicker to get us some paper, ya feeling me? 

These days you got to be packing a gun everybody your enemy 

These days it's every nigga for they self 

Cause it ain't no such thing as friends 

And well, so nice niggaz get left 

And that's cause these days you got to be raw out here on the streets 

Tell 'em these days you can't be fucking with niggaz that's weak 

And these days no telling when you'll meet your coffin 

I seen it too often that's why fuck flossing; I take caution 

Don't trip, shit if your rich your rich 

Cause if you slip somebody waiting to get 

At you grab ya cash and split ya shit 

These days stay in the low low and away from po-po 

Unless you ready to pull your fo' fo' and blow (OH!) 

How come these days niggaz wanna be the don of the mob? 

They claim it but they never qualify for the job 

These days we busting at motherfuckers quicker 

Simply cause its 1999 nigga (nigga nigga nigga) 

 

Photos 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[K-Mont] 

Ay yo I'm straight out of the bricks and y'all ain't worthy to serve me 

I'm the type that jump out your bushes and bust you with a 30, 30 

You want beef? I pack pistol packing utilities 

I'm the type of nigga that'll send letter bombs to all my enemies 

I can't even walk the airport for being who I was 

Police all on my dick because they recognize a thug 

Nigga we trying to get money, we don't respect the police 

Until us thugs unite it ain't gon' never be no peace 

Niggaz be going to school with nothing but murder on they minds 

Giving a fuck about teachers busting shot guns and nines 

Picture the scenes and screams and everybody running 

Get on your knees and pray nigga cause the son of the lord is coming 

 

[Asu] 

You know what came in time that's my frame of mind 

Now I'm able to separate the deaf from the weak, dumb and the blind 

Niggaz can't get none of mine, not even some of mine 

Just cause you got on a watch nigga don't mean you know the time 

You stagnating, you fags hating 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 for got to put on your blinker 

R-W-I: rolling while infatuated 

I graduated, now I want my master 

Y'all done agitated disaster 

And at every ends I start I slip in the art with my heart and soul 

And start to roll but dumb to come 

Don't become the one I fold like the lawn chair 

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 the same day as service (what what what what) 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Bam] 

We run the blocks stop the clocks turning rocks and dice 

Set trip it's our spot gave y'all shots and let the drama pop 

Don't escalate the 4-5-9 just try me dead or alive 

Point of survival let's get points with real niggaz lives 

But you only see raw meat on streets; these niggaz love their heat 

Nowadays all busters wanna thug like me you see it be 

Wasn't way so simple execution style pull the gristle 

From the chair heard 'em whistle for my nigga mental 

It's money, murder, riding dumping heads back to all of y'all 

Since every nigga's all hard and proving they got the bigger balls 

Scared of the laws told what he saw and what it lookeded like 

Broke him off in the midnight I spared his life I said this shit is tight 

 

[Chorus] 

Writer: , , , ,

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.