- Song Name: Days of Our Livez
- Artist Name: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
- Album: The Collection, Vol. 1
- Songwriters: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs, James Iii Harris, Steven Howse, Terry Lewis, Tim Middleton
- Release Date: 1998.11.17
- Label: Ruthless Records
LYRICS FOR "Days of Our Livez"
Bone
Wasteland soldiers
These are the days of our lives
(Of our lives
I've been strugglin'
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I've been strugglin'
Bone
We gotta prepare
Only time will tell who dies
These are the days of our lives
(Only time will tell)
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives
See the murder mold our lives
(See the murder mold)
These are the days of our lives
(These are the days of our lives)
These are the days of our lives
Now come into my world
And you can see that we are more than thugs
We're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
We're warriors
Eternal your thugs
Here I come
Been daily collectin' my lesson
Went out on a quest and without any question
Stressin'
This blessin' shiftin' the game
'Cause most the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized
And the devil was in my town
But he won't get me in time
And he's likin' these rhymes
We rhyme
We 'live
We straight up soldiers
(Soldiers)
Better hear what I told ya
(Told ya)
We rob before we go broke
We robbin' y'all
Y'all my dogs
If ya call or ya fall
And I will be there
Lean on me
"Now why
Now come into my world
We're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
We're warriors
Thuggin' in the studio
Every time we rhyme
Look at me deeply in my eyes
I rise to the top of the game
Nowhere did I have to run
Sherm
But the money that I earn
Won't burn
Better watch that MAC-10
This one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin'
I told ya
Keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones
Pap
We used to get down with a clack back
(Get down)
Put on the ground
Well
But they ain't gon' get in
I'm sittin' alone in my window
Little Eazy
(It's so cold)
Lil' Bizzy got stress from the peeps the streets
And none of these police holice know me
Still wanna him cuffed up
No peace
Now
We're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
We're warriors
And it ain't no mystery that Biz still be yellin'
Bailin'
Study Ripsta's scripture
Hey
(End)
Twenty-twin
(On bud)
Start the bid at a fin
So
You gotta bag
Send him outta the door to liquor store for the blunts to roll
Only my Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces
And put it together of our lives
My Lordy Lord maintain
It's hard 'cause I'm a soldier at war
'Cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me
But they're evil
Take notes
That murder mo comin' to carry you
We're lovin' this s***
(Murder)
Hey
Now
We're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
We're warriors
Only time will tell who dies
Come look deeply in my eyes
See the murder mold our lives
These are the days of our lives
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