Krayzie:



Why do I stay high? . . .



Bizzy:



Why do I stay high? . . .



Krayzie:



If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony,

harmony,

then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just

like me, like me.



Krayzie:



How many more days on this old earth. Can you see? It's blind to me, so

we should get ready for Armageddon, 'cause I know God should be ready

to roll. Do away with the wickedest shit like Mr. Policeman, and, dog, if

you with it, then pump up your fist in the air, then pray for the politicians

freely, get an amen, the last days of the last day, day, day.



Bizzy:



That's why I get high. That's why I get high. I'm holdin' on to my soul,

but nobody knows when it all unfolds, and then when I go, I go.

Remember the dead, 'cause all that I got, I got all on my own with Bone,

Bone, Bone, muggin' thuggin' through your door. Hoes speakin' of the

last and the time when I'm passed, and Charlie wanna hear ya Bone, but I

can't go wrong. I'm a flip it with my song, better turn it on, 'cause you

love that thuggish ruggish Bone Bone Bone Bone, Crossroads, what a

real cruel world, now I doubt the journey of us lost souls, who meant so

much. Why wasn't I chose? But He will not stop clones whose shots

don't drop Bone, no oh, oh, oh, and if I could teach the world to be a thug

like me, then they probably be thuggin' in heaven eternally.



Layzie:



Everyday the world goes round and round. I see it's a small world after

all, 'cause I can go meet, and I greet with my fans, smoke a little weed

and have a little laugh with ya'll, but every now and then, I gets caught up

in the playa hation. Lord, what's wrong with this nation? Erase 'em. But

if I could to teach the world to be a thug just like me, you could live your

lifestyle worry-free in the arms of the Lord eternally. No mystery, but

check the essence of the story: a warrior, wasteland warrior so true.

Divine--it's mine, East 1999, it's where you're findin' all of my kind

everytime.



Krayzie:



If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony,

harmony,

then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just

like me, like me [if I, if I].



Krayzie:



We stand as united, but fall if divided. My thugs is the tightest, 'cause

God is our guide, and they only define us as killas and fighters. The

critics and writers backstab when typin' our story. The war to be warrior,

that's for sure, and as thugs we're more and more and more and more.



Wish:



I got, we got too much shit to give, got shit to give, especially, but still

understood by the older folks and little kids. Come on, all a y'all, follow

me. Bone, way to go, we know the way to go, follow me, follow me,

Bone, and that's why I stay high, 'cause I got shit to deal with--the

government and these playa haters out to kill Wish, wanna hurt this, but,

uh uh, I got true Mo Thug niggas you just can't fuck with, artillery you

can't come with. Nigga, better let it rest, shit. To the little boys and girls

all over the world, this shit that we say's for the streets--not for you to go

and do or to repeat. Please, if we can, no more murder amongst

ourselves. If we can, no more murder.



Krayzie:



If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony,

harmony then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a

thugsta just like me, like me.



with Bizzy:



Why do I stay high