[{"id":19182449,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Soundtrac","duration":236.205292,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Soundtrac\n  duration_ms: 236205\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":29219459,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Unreleased Bone Thugs","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Unreleased Bone Thugs\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":4766027,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"The Best of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony (Greatest Hits Edition)","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: The Best of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony (Greatest Hits Edition)\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":29017074,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony & Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Faces Of Death","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\nLive like a hustler, 'cause I ain't with being broke\nI'm rolling dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm getting richer everyday because I'm selling crack\nAnd yo police ain't jack, so I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI'll sell a 20, a 10 and I won't let you slide\nI need all 10 and I ain't taking 9.99\nSo how you figure, you're getting off on one\nYou try to kick, you catch a blow to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbing to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rock\nYo ain't it funny, the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops to me ain't nothing but dummies\nSo what you need, I'm serving everything it's straight\nI mean it's great, and now I'm rolling heavy weight\nAnd coppers hate, to see me come up off the 'caine\nAnd making ends to be ends, it's just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\nI hit the flo' and now I'm looking for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em so I put on stance\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThen looking hick 'cause I was running from the Biggie blues\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy and jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head and now I'm looking thug\nGone swoop the posse 7 deep, now we getting loose\nWell since we possied up we might as well go get the brews\nI bust a U-turn on the so we can rush the stealth\nWe need a case or maybe two or maybe three or four\nPay for the brews jump in the smug and now we getting buzzed\nI be like \"What up cuz\", brushing on my peach fuzz\nLook for the party 'cause there's lots of women to be grabbing\nWe went on Ava White to the one Ali was having\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell and yo it wasn't lame\nAnd getting brewed to Layzie Bone, is just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the 12 gauge 'cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish and Double Z's\nMy nigga Tone, Fish Stinger, you know we scoring keys\nI heard the is coming off the lake\nDown at the dock, and yo we 'posed to be at 8\nSo hurry up we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinking they all that they gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bone, get it in your head\nForget a dread, I'm leaving all them suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit\nThey started slamming on dreads like a power jump\nI mean blasting and crashing, K-Bone is the assassin\nI started spraying, and counting down caskets\nWe got the dope and we got rich but yo we still the same\nAnd it'll never change, 'cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\nEveryday it's almost the same thing\n(What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\nCall up your posse chump and yo and you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see we got 50 million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap, come on let's do it we can get it done\nIt's kind of fun and plus I'll show you that I'm not the one\nYou stupid bro, now won't you ball up your fist, fool\nMake you think we was bugging and catch you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo Layzie had to serve the fool\nYeah it was cool, they shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messing with the brother Bone, yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday so yo I'm not a ho\nSo give me P's if you see me walking down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breaking niggas teeth\nI'm dropping B's and you'll never catch me chilling calm\nI hang with Vicky when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone we is the same\nAnd throwing blows on foes is just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house, you know what I'm saying\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies that\nStill doing them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan How\nVicky the Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Krazy Bone\nMy boy Tony Tone, O Moe and the Trouble Makers\nIn the house for these funky productions\nAnd yo K-Chill's in the house too, so bust tickets G","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony & Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: Faces Of Death\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\n  Live like a hustler, 'cause I ain't with being broke\n  I'm rolling dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm getting richer everyday because I'm selling crack\n  And yo police ain't jack, so I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I'll sell a 20, a 10 and I won't let you slide\n  I need all 10 and I ain't taking 9.99\n  So how you figure, you're getting off on one\n  You try to kick, you catch a blow to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbing to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rock\n  Yo ain't it funny, the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops to me ain't nothing but dummies\n  So what you need, I'm serving everything it's straight\n  I mean it's great, and now I'm rolling heavy weight\n  And coppers hate, to see me come up off the 'caine\n  And making ends to be ends, it's just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\n  I hit the flo' and now I'm looking for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em so I put on stance\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  Then looking hick 'cause I was running from the Biggie blues\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy and jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head and now I'm looking thug\n  Gone swoop the posse 7 deep, now we getting loose\n  Well since we possied up we might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a U-turn on the so we can rush the stealth\n  We need a case or maybe two or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews jump in the smug and now we getting buzzed\n  I be like \"What up cuz\", brushing on my peach fuzz\n  Look for the party 'cause there's lots of women to be grabbing\n  We went on Ava White to the one Ali was having\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell and yo it wasn't lame\n  And getting brewed to Layzie Bone, is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the 12 gauge 'cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish and Double Z's\n  My nigga Tone, Fish Stinger, you know we scoring keys\n  I heard the is coming off the lake\n  Down at the dock, and yo we 'posed to be at 8\n  So hurry up we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinking they all that they gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bone, get it in your head\n  Forget a dread, I'm leaving all them suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit\n  They started slamming on dreads like a power jump\n  I mean blasting and crashing, K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started spraying, and counting down caskets\n  We got the dope and we got rich but yo we still the same\n  And it'll never change, 'cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n  Everyday it's almost the same thing\n  (What you call about the [?] with a fifth)\n\n  Call up your posse chump and yo and you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see we got 50 million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap, come on let's do it we can get it done\n  It's kind of fun and plus I'll show you that I'm not the one\n  You stupid bro, now won't you ball up your fist, fool\n  Make you think we was bugging and catch you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo Layzie had to serve the fool\n  Yeah it was cool, they shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messing with the brother Bone, yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday so yo I'm not a ho\n  So give me P's if you see me walking down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breaking niggas teeth\n  I'm dropping B's and you'll never catch me chilling calm\n  I hang with Vicky when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone we is the same\n  And throwing blows on foes is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house, you know what I'm saying\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies that\n  Still doing them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan How\n  Vicky the Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Krazy Bone\n  My boy Tony Tone, O Moe and the Trouble Makers\n  In the house for these funky productions\n  And yo K-Chill's in the house too, so bust tickets G\n"},{"id":33158087,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Russell Simmons Presents The Show: The Soundtrack","duration":914.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 'Russell Simmons Presents The Show: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 914000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":32394369,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Diary of the Originator","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":32030269,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Diary of the Originator","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":32030267,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Diary of the Originator","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":20304989,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Chapter 334. Live From Club Nouveau `97 Pt. 7","duration":329.430204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Chapter 334. Live From Club Nouveau `97 Pt. 7\n  duration_ms: 329430\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":18855530,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Show [Original Soundtrack]","duration":236.520625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Show [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 236521\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":18968024,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Chapter 226. Million Dollar Hands","duration":286.119184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Chapter 226. Million Dollar Hands\n  duration_ms: 286119\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":18796479,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"DJ Screw: Million Dollar Hands","duration":286.119184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: 'DJ Screw: Million Dollar Hands'\n  duration_ms: 286119\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":16825026,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Faces of Death","duration":317.413878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Faces of Death\n  duration_ms: 317414\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":16652159,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Russell Simmons Pres. The Show: The Soundtrack","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 'Russell Simmons Pres. The Show: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":16760349,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Faces Of Death","duration":317.413878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Faces Of Death\n  duration_ms: 317414\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":25195704,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Russell Simmons Presents The Show: The Soundtrack","duration":235.923,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 'Russell Simmons Presents The Show: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 235923\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":23999585,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone, Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"The Show (OST)","duration":236.721633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone, Thugs N Harmony\n  album: The Show (OST)\n  duration_ms: 236722\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":24440956,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"The Show (Sound Track)","duration":235.923,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: The Show (Sound Track)\n  duration_ms: 235923\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":22948241,"name":"Everyday Thang","trackName":"Everyday Thang","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Chapter 230. Payin Dues `95","duration":320.005333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everyday Thang\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Chapter 230. Payin Dues `95\n  duration_ms: 320005\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"},{"id":34235103,"name":"**Everyday Thang**","trackName":"**Everyday Thang**","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Show Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everyday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\nWhat you are about to hear will portray\nThe image of a young black male living everyday life\nIn the ghetto today\nSo Bone, drop dat\n\n[Bizzy]\n(You know what?) Live like a hustla\n'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\nI'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\nI'm gettin' richer everyday because\nI'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\nSo I just wait to pull the trigger back\nI sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\nI need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\nSo how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\nYou try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\nDon't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\nAnd everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\nYo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\nAnd won't get caught because the cops\nTo me ain't nothin' but dummies?\nSo what you need? I'm servin'\nEverything is straight. I mean it's great\nAnd now I'm rollin' heavyweight\nAnd coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\nAnd makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nI hit the floor\nAnd now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\nI looked around and couldn't find 'em\nSo I put on Stan's\nAnd then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\nThey lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\nFrom the biggy-blues (siren)\nThat's when I headed out the hizzy\nAnd jumped in the smug\nAnd put my skully on my head\nAnd now I'm lookin thug\nCar souped up\nPosse seven deep\nNow we gettin loose\nWell since we posse'd up\nWe might as well go get the brews\nI bust a u-turn on the Clair\nSo we can rush the store\nWe need a case, or maybe two\nOr maybe three or four\nPay for the brews, up in the smug\nAnd now we getting\nI be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\nBrushin' on my peach fuzz\nLooked for the party\nCause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\nWe went on? to the one Ali was havin'\nWe stepped up in it, pumped as hell\nAnd yo it wasn't lame\nAnd gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Krayzie]\nLoad up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\nAnd get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\nRound up the posse, call up James, Wish\nAnd double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\nYou know we scorin' keys\nI heard the dread's sellin' some dope\nIt's comin off the lake, down at the dock\nAnd yo, it 'posed to be at eight\nSo hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\nAnd since they thinkin' they all that\nThey gotta take a loss\nThey can't hang with the Bones\nGet it in your head, forget a dread\nI'm leavin' all those suckas dead\nWe on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\nThey started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\nI mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\nI started sprayin', and count out caskets\nWe got the dope, and we got rich\nBut yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\nEveryday it was almost the same thang\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n[Layzie]\nCall up your posse, chump, and yo\nAnd you will never win it\nBecause my organization, see\nWe got fifty million niggas in it\nYou wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\nWe can get it done\nIt's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\nI'm not the one (I ain't the one)\nYou stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\nMake you think we was buckin'\nAnd capped you down with my pistol\nA dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\nYeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\nYou messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\nI beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\nSo gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\nBecause I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\nI'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\nI hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\nSee all my fellas, and even the Bone\nWe is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\nIs just an everyday thang\n\nYeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nI gotta give some P's up to my homies\nThat's still doin them everyday thangs with me\nI gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\nVicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\nAnd Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\nAnd the troublemakers in the house\nFor these funky productions, and yo\nK-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '**Everyday Thang**'\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Show Original Motion Picture Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  What you are about to hear will portray\n  The image of a young black male living everyday life\n  In the ghetto today\n  So Bone, drop dat\n\n  [Bizzy]\n  (You know what?) Live like a hustla\n  'Cause I ain't with bein' broke\n  I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke\n  I'm gettin' richer everyday because\n  I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack\n  So I just wait to pull the trigger back\n  I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide\n  I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine\n  So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone?\n  You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome\n  Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top\n  And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks\n  Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money\n  And won't get caught because the cops\n  To me ain't nothin' but dummies?\n  So what you need? I'm servin'\n  Everything is straight. I mean it's great\n  And now I'm rollin' heavyweight\n  And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane\n  And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  I hit the floor\n  And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants\n  I looked around and couldn't find 'em\n  So I put on Stan's\n  And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes\n  They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin'\n  From the biggy-blues (siren)\n  That's when I headed out the hizzy\n  And jumped in the smug\n  And put my skully on my head\n  And now I'm lookin thug\n  Car souped up\n  Posse seven deep\n  Now we gettin loose\n  Well since we posse'd up\n  We might as well go get the brews\n  I bust a u-turn on the Clair\n  So we can rush the store\n  We need a case, or maybe two\n  Or maybe three or four\n  Pay for the brews, up in the smug\n  And now we getting\n  I be like, \"Word up cuz,\"\n  Brushin' on my peach fuzz\n  Looked for the party\n  Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin'\n  We went on? to the one Ali was havin'\n  We stepped up in it, pumped as hell\n  And yo it wasn't lame\n  And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Krayzie]\n  Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips\n  And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick\n  Round up the posse, call up James, Wish\n  And double-Zs, my nigga Tone,?\n  You know we scorin' keys\n  I heard the dread's sellin' some dope\n  It's comin off the lake, down at the dock\n  And yo, it 'posed to be at eight\n  So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost\n  And since they thinkin' they all that\n  They gotta take a loss\n  They can't hang with the Bones\n  Get it in your head, forget a dread\n  I'm leavin' all those suckas dead\n  We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk\n  They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk\n  I mean, blastin' and crashin', K-Bone is the assassin\n  I started sprayin', and count out caskets\n  We got the dope, and we got rich\n  But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change\n  'Cause it's an everyday thang\n\n  Everyday it was almost the same thang\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n\n  [Layzie]\n  Call up your posse, chump, and yo\n  And you will never win it\n  Because my organization, see\n  We got fifty million niggas in it\n  You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it\n  We can get it done\n  It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that\n  I'm not the one (I ain't the one)\n  You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?\n  Make you think we was buckin'\n  And capped you down with my pistol\n  A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled\n  Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled\n  You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go\n  I beat on niggas everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho\n  So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street\n  Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' niggas teeth\n  I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm\n  I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb\n  See all my fellas, and even the Bone\n  We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes\n  Is just an everyday thang\n\n  Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  I gotta give some P's up to my homies\n  That's still doin them everyday thangs with me\n  I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse\n  Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo\n  And the troublemakers in the house\n  For these funky productions, and yo\n  K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G\n\n  'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest\n"}]