[Intro: sample of "Good Lovin" by Mammatapee]   Good loving, good love   Good loving, good love   Good loving, is so hard to find   I met you woman, and I just can't get enough, yeah   And if you want some this, care right now now now now   Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting on youuuu you you...      [Chorus: Krayzie Bone]   Remember remember remember remember yesterday   Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?   Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?   Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?      [Krayzie Bone]   You know it ain't nothin like family, y'all nigga my dogs   And we gon' be there 'til the end of the road   and stay on the mission to get this dough   Cause we are family, you know we been trues   You know what we've been through, we've got nothin to lose   Y'all call my name and I'll be there   Dawg (dawg) they done lost they mind   Thinkin Bone will divide up and throw this whole vibe away   But we are every day people, every day people   We just niggaz doin what we've got to do   Uh-huh, uh-huh, but still we've got to be united   And try to fight it      [Wish Bone]   Lay down, get down!   You know we really done broke these niggaz down   Ain't nobody been through what we've been through   Ain't nobody gon' watch your back like I do   It's an every day thang, over +Crept and We Came+   Feelin this game, servin this up, that's really that murder mayne   How I rhyme and I flow, I get it straight from my Thuggstaz   When I die I really wanna go right next to my Thuggstaz   Cleveland, Cleveland is where I come from, come from   Leavin, leavin, that's how we came up   Ooh, and can't nobody believe it; yes, you better believe it   Trendsetters in this game and we really ain't leavin   With all my dogs, just admit that we are raw   With all of y'all behind us we will never fall   All-oh-all-oh-all-oh-all-oh-all (what's that)      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   And nigga let the world go around and around   Livin out in this strugglin, hustlin just to get down   Some of us need a memoir, and some of us need the crowd   Children of the underground   Remember how we clowned havin fun, rippin and runnin around town, so dumb   But where we from means anything and a gun   Sounds that they hear in the suburbs   And chirpin they birds, my nigga chirpin the suburbian   On the curb, Layzie he was rollin up the herb   So superb that ya beat is twirkin   A little nigga earned, feelin broke 'til the motherfucker still splurgin   Snatchin purses and sellin dubs and twurkin, twurkin, twurkin   I was talkin in the church, in the church, in the church   And then everybody dressed up   and you know they was perpin, they perpin, they perpin   They not knowin, they not knowin, knowin      [Chorus]