Young Thugs
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Produced by Noel "Detail" Fisher & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

-Intro-Krayzie-
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours/ The world, the world, the world is yours

-Chorus-Krayzie (Bizzy)-
Young thugs, my young thugs (Buck 'em on down, ya'll near the end) Young thugs, my young thugs (When I bust 'em on down) Young thugs, my young thugs/ Young thugs, my young thugs (When I bust 'em on down) Young thugs, my young thugs (Ya'll near the end, ya'll near the end)

Krayzie Bone
Standin’ outside is a broken thug (That’s me) who don’t want to go home (No) Rather stand here frozen up, hangin’ out in the cold, zero below/ Tryin'a find a soul before the mind is gone/ Tryin'a find that God and roll, and keep rollin’ on, on, on, on/ Rollin’ on/ You better keep rollin’ on, on, on, on/ Rollin’ on/ You better keep rollin’ on

Wish Bone
Every time I look into the mirror get to thinkin’ I’m wrong, cause I thug, I thug/ All I see lookin’ back as a thug and I know I did wrong: Young thug, young thug (Uh) It’s amazin’ how we get them second chances and he let us live on: All thugs, all thugs/ T-H-U-G is all I wanna be/ All my little thugs is really thuggin’ with me/ I really know this is straight from proverb? Really don’ broken ‘em up/ You need to stop because you know them thugs is gonna live on

-Chorus-Krayzie (Bizzy)-

Bizzy Bone
See baby got it goin’ on but she was born in a fucked up home/ And ain’t nobody feelin’ her: Momma seem to be stuck on niggas that’ll beat us every time she’s gone/ And ain’t nobody real as her/ Here we go again, there he go again/ I don’t wanna be here no more/ Now I’m havin' a baby/ Only nigga that held me (You don’t have to tell me, he went crazy and he left ya) Yeah, that nigga went crazy, but I thank ‘em for the love, that’s all I’ve got (What) Baby got it goin’ on: 19, nail shop, bail drop, bling watch, I never fail/ Who’s sleepin’ with the all breath to rot/ Who give a fuck about a nigga now (I don’t care...) And the shit don’ stop, yeah/ Till the casket drops, yeah/ I’m all that I got, got, got

Layzie Bone
Once upon a time there was a ‘lil young nigga runnin’ wild and smokin’ weed/ And if you was lookin’ for whatever, he can get'chu what'chu need/ Down thugsta with some problems/ Nobody never seen him spot him/ One day somebody shot ’im and the drama got started/ Now his momma’s on the pipe and bigger brother’s in jail, nigga, go on and cop a seat, I got a story to tell/ See, first he was a chillin’ then his belly got hungry/ Everybody in the family out for self: Ain’t got no money/ So what’s a young thug to do now (and do now...) Ain’t nuttin’ to do but hit the streets and get some heat and put the rules down/ That’s what he get, the hustler off to the races/ Tryin'a win it while he in it: Actin' bad and catchin’ cases/ Before he knew it, he was in too deep/ No where to run and no where to hide, he was in too deep/ He could'a changed his life, but no he didn’t/ Now the little nigga layin' dead in the grave still not listenin'

-Chorus-Krayzie (Bizzy)-