Family Tree

Krayzie:

Yeah, come on, come on, come on.  This is my family.  This 
ismy
family, my family.

Layzie:

Lord, help make up my mind.  Which way do I turn, when 
there'sso
much stress surroundin' me daily?  This world's so cruel 
andshady, and I
really do miss my baby, Babi Boi.  Oh, boy, me and your 
biggerbrother,
we keeps it realer.  You'll always be our little nigga, and
 Iknow your
mama miss ya.  Picture the day, when I get my callin', but 
untilthen, I
guess I'm stuck.  Oh, fuck.  Let T know I miss him much.  
When Iget to
heaven, Babi Boi, what's up?  We can ride and roll, I 
know,without
those po-po trailin', bailin' all the way to heaven, bet 
youthat's a
promise.  Comin' with the bombs [bombs].  Niggas can't test
 us. Creep,
defeat is on you, (bleed).  Rollin' with the niggas that 
pack theheat and a
sack of weed, straight outta control, testin' souls, 
hoes,niggaroes, playa
haters, and the po-pos as well.  If we could (?) everybody 
(?),am I livin'
in Hell?  Nigga really can't tell, so I prepare for the 
worst,and hope for
the best, and the rest is written.  Some wanna treat me 
like I'mforbidden,

but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hidden.  Could I 
be? Come a little
bit closer, why you cautious when you approach us?  Is you 
scaredof the
fact we soldiers?  Mo Thug Records fin to take shit over.  
Undermy
halo, pray more, say Mo Thug with love to the depth that 
gamegoes.  Die
all of you hoes, foes, and you po-pos.  Nigga, better roll 
or getrolled
over.  We shuttin' shit down.  And you know a nigga love to
 get
buckwild.  Pow.  Come fuck with me, now, now, now.

Krayzie:

This is my family.  This is my family, my family.

Bizzy:

Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison.  The end is my 
mission,we
heatin' shit.  Why vision?  Be crooked, (?) and sin is 
beginnin'of my
endin'.  I went in my Benz, but why's my mind spinnin'?  
And thenI'll say,
"Hey, fuck 'em.  My family ain't livin' for nothin'.  
Westrugglin' was one
of the reasons I'm thuggin' and steady stay hustlin'."  
Where wasmy
lovin'?  Somebody tell me somethin', (?) nothin'.  If I 
give youone of
your (touch), will you buck it all up for the love of 
(lush)? Hoes, I loves
you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe.  Peace 
'til theend of the
road.  That's where I'll go.  But no, nigga, don't lose 
yoursoul, but it's so
cold.  Trust in mine, all right, then we can roll, roll, 
roll.

Krayzie:

This is my family.  This is my family, my family.

Wish:

Was ya too young, mama and daddy, when you laid down and 
hadsome
(eggs)?  And I remember y'all breakin' up, and shippin' us 
offback to the
Land.  Damn, what went wrong?  Was it me?  But I ain't mad 
atya,
'cause outta all this shit, I got 2 sisters and a brother, 
and Ilearned to
harmony on the streets of the Clair, that's where I'm 
from,y'all, on the
streets of the Clair, that's where I met Mo Thugs, y'all.  
Oh,shit!  Time to
be a man.  Gotta get out the house, 'cause I stand 
Mommy'sman--he talks
with his hand.  Come, come creep on the streets with me:  
thiswhere I
learned how to sell drugs, it's where I learned how to 
pumpslugs.  It's
necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine, so I 
creep andI grind,
knock, knock, kickin' down doors, kill a nigga, sleep, give
 it upwhen you
die.  And I know that shit was wrong, but don't blame me, 
blamethe
thugsta in me, 'cause that's where that shit comes from 
[comesfrom].
Bloody redrum.  Nigga, we nothin' but survivors.  Rest in 
peaceto the
gauge, they collide with us.  We survivors, that's why we 
be . ..

Krayzie:

This is my family.  This is my family, my family.

Krayzie:

Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up, boy, don't 
fuckaround, and
get zipped in a body bag off in a grave, and your brains'll
 behangin'.
Damaged bodies dragged off.  Everyday we see more niggas 
hatin',fakin',
playa hation--that's gettin' contagious.  Why do these 
niggasthink they
can break us?  When I grab my pump, y'all niggas better try
 tograb what's
left of your chest.  Niggas be talkin' and then they get 
caughtup in shit.
Now meet them faces of death.  We never be talkin', and 
theydogged us,
man.  It's all the same, but what do we gain by giving you 
niggasfame?
So we let the records show.  The forty-four mag'll tag 'em,
 stackup them
niggas who try to compete with platinum.  All of them 
callin' me,follow
me down to me corner, slip up and your gonna get blasted.  
Whatdo you
wanna test me for?  Jealousy?  Nigga, drop.  Nigga, we bet 
youplottin',
that's why them triggers be cocked everytime.  Shoot 'em 99
 timesout of
100.  We gon' hit somebody.  Somebody gon' take a (?) yeah.
 Y'allknow
he gets carried off with the bodies.  Mo (mileage) y'all 
find ussmokin'
that grass.  Nigga, pass the pump.  Hey, Rip, he takin' a 
loss,and wakin'
up in that coffin.  Oh, nigga, that's why all of these 
playa hateus, man,
but when we come, they run, but we're gonna catch 'em, and 
oneday
God  forgive me, I don't know what got in me, but pin me, 
they'regonna
all fall down, way down, face down.  Ain't got nothin' but 

love,still
niggas wanna test my nuts, and nigga you know that [that, 
that,that, you
know we didn't know that, that, that], so nigga you know 
that[that, that,
that] them thugstas niggas [I figured you'd know that, 
that,that, that] stay
strapped [strapped], won't hestitate [you niggas should 
knowthat, that,
that, that] to bust back [yeah, yeah, yeah, my niggas you 
knowthat . . .]
It's nineteen ninety-nine.  It's almost nineteen 
ninety-nine.

[Gunshot.]