Everyday it was almost the same thang

'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest



What you are about to hear will portray

The image of a young black male living everyday life

In the ghetto today

So Bone, drop dat



[Bizzy]

(You know what?) Live like a hustla

'Cause I ain't with bein' broke

I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke

I'm gettin' richer everyday because

I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack

So I just wait to pull the trigger back

I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide

I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine

So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?

You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome

Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top

And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks

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 nothin' but dummies?

So what you need? I'm servin'

Everything is straight. I mean it's great

And now I'm rollin' heavyweight

And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane

And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang



Everyday it was almost the same thang

'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest



[Layzie]

I hit the floor

And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants

I looked around and couldn't find 'em

So I put on Stan's

And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes

They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'

From the biggy-blues (siren)

That's when I headed out the hizzy

And jumped in the smug

And put my skully on my head

And now I'm lookin thug

Car souped up

Posse seven deep

Now we gettin loose

Well since we posse'd up

We might as well go get the brews

I bust a u-turn on the Clair

So we can rush the store

We need a case, or maybe two

Or maybe three or four

Pay for the brews, up in the smug

And now we getting

I be like, "Word up cuz,"

Brushin' on my peach fuzz

Looked for the party

Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'

We went on ? to the one Ali was havin'

We stepped up in it, pumped as hell

And yo it wasn't lame

And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone

Is just an everyday thang



Everyday it was almost the same thang

'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest



[Krayzie]

Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips

And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick

Round up the posse, call up James, Wish

And double-Zs, my nigga Tone, ?

You know we scorin' keys

I heard the dread's sellin' some dope

It's comin off the lake, down at the dock

And yo, it 'posed to be at eight

So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost

And since they thinkin' they all that

They gotta take a loss

They can't hang with the Bones

Get it in your head, forget a dread

I'm leavin' all those suckas dead

We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk

They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk

I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin

I started sprayin', and count out 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 was almost the same thang

'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest



[Layzie]

Call up your posse, chump, and yo

And you will never win it

Because my organization, see

We got fifty million niggas in it

You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it

We can get it done

It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that

I'm not the one (I ain't the one)

You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?

Make you think we was buckin'

And capped you down with my pistol

A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled

Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled

You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go

I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho

So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street

Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth

I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm

I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb

See all my fellas, and even the Bone

We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes

Is just an everyday thang



Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house

You know what I'm sayin?

I gotta give some P's up to my homies

That's still doin them everyday thangs with me

I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse

Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone

And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo

And the troublemakers in the house

For these funky productions, and yo

K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G



'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest