us EVERYDAY And it's getting worse, but that's okay It's getting harder on us EVERYDAY EVERYDAY Don't leave me here another day It's getting harder on us EVERYDAY
You better count your money Ghetto cowboy The name is Krayzie 'Big Bad Ass' Bone Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole Along with some cash Even
to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang Clan for show see Know me fuck around with the mob for show Hit these funksters 3 times crazy and get low Cause everyday everyday
You better count your money, ghetto cowboy The name is Krayzie Big Bad Ass Bone Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole Along with some cash, even
to fuck with this cat. Then Again, you really want a son and come and get done Easily phat, then wanna put 'em on they back Clack back mack, everyday
ever ends (Come on) I lay terror in this era like Che Guevara For the people to make or wait it's better In a room called real I stay forever Everyday
the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey, just couldn't wait We back at the crib sweatin' into the room
are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday Do one thing everyday that scares
your momma's China Fly like a kite Shakin' up your life everyday and every night When I join hands I Shake, shake, shake All the things in my room I
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned rummage-happy everyday troop got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching wishing
two of us Yes I think it's getting better almost everyday I could give a damn for what those people say All I want to do is lose myself in your room
all the heads know we hold the best endo north cali all the way to Diego slang elbows lay real low nobody move in the room till we say so king klick flip
on some gloss paint People walking down the street until they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As I slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room
are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind the blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday Do one thing everyday that scares
to crawl has learned to walk I have mastered The Art of Rhyming now I am so bored I seen a mushroom to the north, from a porch It was odd, every dog in
!) [Verse 2: Common] I lay terror in this era like Che Guevera for the people to make or wait it's better in a room called real I stay forever Everyday
these thugs can marinade, marinade We straight, get high, so high, That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay Like everyday
