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Everyday Thang

๐Ÿ‘ค Bone Thugs-n-Harmony-Bone Ente โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Faces of Death โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:17
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)

Live like a hustler, 'cause I ain't with being broke
I'm rolling dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke
I'm getting richer everyday because I'm selling crack
And yo police ain't jack, so I just wait to pull the trigger back
I'll sell a 20, a 10 and I won't let you slide
I need all 10 and I ain't taking 9.99
So how you figure, you're getting off on one
You try to kick, you catch a blow to your damn dome
Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbing to the top
And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rock
Yo ain't it funny, the way the Bone will make his money
And won't get caught because the cops to me ain't nothing but dummies
So what you need, I'm serving everything it's straight
I mean it's great, and now I'm rolling heavy weight
And coppers hate, to see me come up off the 'caine
And making ends to be ends, it's just an everyday thang

Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)

I hit the flo' and now I'm looking for my khaki pants
I looked around and couldn't find 'em so I put on stance
And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes
Then looking hick 'cause I was running from the Biggie blues
That's when I headed out the hizzy and jumped in the smug
And put my skully on my head and now I'm looking thug
Gone swoop the posse 7 deep, now we getting loose
Well since we possied up we might as well go get the brews
I bust a U-turn on the so we can rush the stealth
We need a case or maybe two or maybe three or four
Pay for the brews jump in the smug and now we getting buzzed
I be like "What up cuz", brushing on my peach fuzz
Look for the party 'cause there's lots of women to be grabbing
We went on Ava White to the one Ali was having
We stepped up in it, pumped as hell and yo it wasn't lame
And getting brewed to Layzie Bone, is just an everyday thang

Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)

Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips
And get the 12 gauge 'cause I got another lick
Round up the posse, call up James, Wish and Double Z's
My nigga Tone, Fish Stinger, you know we scoring keys
I heard the is coming off the lake
Down at the dock, and yo we 'posed to be at 8
So hurry up we getting paid, no matter what the cost
And since they thinking they all that they gotta take a loss
They can't hang with the Bone, get it in your head
Forget a dread, I'm leaving all them suckas dead
We on the scene, I must admit
They started slamming on dreads like a power jump
I mean blasting and crashing, K-Bone is the assassin
I started spraying, and counting down caskets
We got the dope and we got rich but yo we still the same
And it'll never change, 'cause it's an everyday thang

Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)
Everyday it's almost the same thing
(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)

Call up your posse chump and yo and you will never win it
Because my organization, see we got 50 million niggas in it
You wanna scrap, come on let's do it we can get it done
It's kind of fun and plus I'll show you that I'm not the one
You stupid bro, now won't you ball up your fist, fool
Make you think we was bugging and catch you down with my pistol
A dirty move, yo Layzie had to serve the fool
Yeah it was cool, they shoulda had the boy schooled
You messing with the brother Bone, yes it's good to go
I beat on niggas everyday so yo I'm not a ho
So give me P's if you see me walking down the street
Because I can't be beat, known for breaking niggas teeth
I'm dropping B's and you'll never catch me chilling calm
I hang with Vicky when I wanna drop the damn bomb
See all my fellas, and even the Bone we is the same
And throwing blows on foes is just an everyday thang

Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house, you know what I'm saying
I gotta give some P's up to my homies that
Still doing them everyday thangs with me
I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan How
Vicky the Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Krazy Bone
My boy Tony Tone, O Moe and the Trouble Makers
In the house for these funky productions
And yo K-Chill's in the house too, so bust tickets G

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