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b.o.n.e. enterpri$e – everyday thang lyrics

[chorus: 2x]
everyday it was almost the same thang
cause it’s all about survival of the fittest

[intro:]
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

[verse 1: bizzy bone]
(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 d-mn 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

[chorus: 2x]

[verse 2: layzie bone]
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 upposse 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 h-ll and yo it wasn’t lame
and gettin’ brewed to layzie bone, is just an everyday thang

[chorus: 4x]

[verse 3: krayzie bone]
load up the pistol, ask layzie for a couple clips
and get the twelve-gauge, cause i got another l1ck
round up the posse, call up james, wish
and double-z’s, my n-gga 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 -ss-ssin
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

[chorus: 4x]

[verse 4: layzie bone]
call up your posse, chump, and yo, and you will never win it
because my organization, see we got fifty million n-ggas in it
you wanna scr-p? 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 n-ggas 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’ n-ggas t–th
i’m droppin b’s, and you never catch me chill and calm
i hang with vicki when i wanna drop the d-mn bomb
see all my fellas, and even the bone
we is insane, and throwin’ blows on foes is just an everyday thang

[outro:]
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

[chorus: 1x]

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