troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches While uncontrolled schemes keep
get stacks of cheddar Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherf**kin troops keep killin
getting dizzy And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back I'm telling ya I'm losing it [Chorus] Said I'm losing my mind Losing my mind
change That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps ???? wrapped in my sheets Don't make enemies
these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause
swear that til I parish, I keep these pussys in panic We come from a city where the young dies So why not get to use and push your guns high Bout to lose
worst enemy Knock me down I'll keep on moving It's the art of losing Wahhhooo (It's the art of losing) Wahhhooo (It's the art of losing) We're
't givin' into it (no, no, no) Anxieties bash my mind in Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no) I won't lose control
rhymes, wickedest rhymes [Chorus: Krayzie Bone & LaReece] [Repeat 4x] Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] We keep
rhymes, wickedest rhymes [Chorus: Krayzie Bone & LaReece] [Repeat 4x] Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] We keep it
My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!) We are the thugs Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child) We gotta keep on thuggin
em blast, and nigga, better burn Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly 'Cause the haters never had to have me Want to follow fools through alleys 'Cause ready to lose
it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep
Listen to me Ohhh, war, I despise Cause it means destruction Of innocent lives War means tears To thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go to fight And lose
it must be fucking with you emotionall(y...) [Verse] Now I'm not trying to make no more enemies No more unfortunately There's so many motherfuckers that just are They just keep
Keep an eye Keep an eye Keep an eye On your close friend Keep an eye Keep an eye Keep an eye On your close friend 'Cause what you got that'll make you
off your mind Let me get 'em, and hit 'em up with the rhythm, Put them right where you want them, Then I'm a blow your brain Diddy got the remedy for the enemies
and hit them, I'm with the rhythm, Put them right where you want them, Man, I'ma blow your brain! Diddy got the remedy for the enemies, And the run is