If I Could Teach the World - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

How many mo days on this old earth can you see

It’s a crime to me

So we should get ready for Armageddon

Cause I know God should be ready to roll

Do away with the wickedest shit like mr.

police-man

And dog if you’re ready then pump up ya fist in tha air

And then pray for the politicians freely;

get an amen?

The last days of the last days

That’s why I get high, that’s why I get high

I’m holdin on to my soul

But nobody knows when it all unfolds

Then when I don’t go

Remember the dead cause I all I got

I got under my arm we fall

BONE BONE muggin runnin through your door

Hoes speakin of the last time that I past

Charlie wanna hear ya BONE

But I can’t go wrong

When I flip it to my song

Better turn it up

Cause you love that Thuggish Ruggish Bone, Bone, Bone

Crossroads what real cruel world

Now I doubt the journey of those lost souls

Who meant so much why wasn’t I chose?

But it will not stop clones

Those shots don’t drop BONE

Nooooooo no BONE

But if I could teach the world to be a thug like me

Everybody be thuggin in heaven eternally

Everyday the world goes round and round

I see it’s a small world after all

Cause I can go met and I greet with my fans

Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh with y’all

But every now and then I gets caught up in a playa hation

Lord what’s wrong with the nation, erase em'

But if I could teach the world to be a thug just like me

You could live your lifestyle worry free

In the arms of the Lord eternally

No mystery, but check the essence of the story

The warrior wasteland warrior so true

Divine, it’s mine, east 19−99

It’s where ya gonna be find’in all of my kind, every time

If I could teach the world (whole wide world)

To be a thug-n-harmony (harmony)

Then I would teach the world (whole wide world)

To be a thugsta just like me (like me)

(if I, if I)

We stand as united, but fall if divided

My thugs are the tightest

Cause God is our guidance, and they only define us

As killer and fighters, cuz the critics n writers

Backstab when they typing our story

The war to be warrior, that’s for sure

And as thugs we’re more and more and more

I got, we got, too much shit to give, got shit to give

Especially but still understood by the older folks and little kids

Come on all of y’all

Follow me BONE (Bone), way to go, we know the way to go

Follow me follow me BONE

And that’s why I stay high cause I got shit to deal with

And the government and these playa-haters out to kill Wish

Wanna hurt this but uhuh

I got true mo thug niggas you just can’t fuck with

Artillery you can’t dung with

Nigga betta let it rest shit (shit)

To the little boys and girls all over the world

The shit that we say is for the streets not for you to go and do

Uh or to repeat, please if we can no more murder

How must I say this, if we can no more murder

If I could teach the world (whole wide world)

To be a thug-n-harmony (harmony)

Then I would teach the world (whole wide world)

To be a thugsta just like me (like me)

Why do I stay high?

Why do I stay high?