THE RIGHTEOUS ONES
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony Featuring David's Daughters
BTNHResurrection
David's Daughters
…Am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you (and I'm) waiting for the righteous one? Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty, enlighten us.
Layzie
Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe some of the things that I've seen in my own eyes. Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys. Nigga, you die, you die! I'm that sneaky little nigga, still off the hook. Off the chain and a muthafuckin' wire. You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire. Throwin' up Thug 'til the world expires. Nigga's lost and he turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go. Nigga, save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive, and that's called survival. It's vital. Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield, it's all about respect and honor. Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor. Ready for whatever, nigga fuck the problems! Get 'em up. Nigga make a mil, take a mil, tell me how that paper feel. Is it real, is it real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill? Drive a brand new Benz and no bills? Fuckin' right I will! That's why I stay heated, cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed. Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded. Comin' with the beef, then nigga, you eat it! (eat it! eat it!)
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us.
Bizzy
And you're feelin' so thuggish outta Columbus. Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies. And lately got him runnin' from Lady Death, still I'm shady. Okay they say we schizophrenic and crazy. Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams—a teen. And now my mama let’ me go. She wouldn't pick up the phone. I’ll make it all on my own but that's a whole 'nother song and y’all don’t leave it alone! I save then baby, c’mon! I’m murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot, got a glock for the nigga ar—tillery shop. Drop when the nigga pop and the party don’t stop ‘til they call the cops! Somebody get with the Bacardi, at the end of the block. You know it’s me and my niggas, all the guerillas, killas. Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock. Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock!
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one?
Flesh
We got Mack-11’s, AK-47, yellin’, “Mo murda!” with the beam got lots of felons, bloody bodies smellin’. Caught up in a 180 army. We got grenades and cannons involved, when I’m barkin’ just fuck with the 5th Dawg. Nigga, we got the missle to haul off—the shotty guns had their barrels sawed-off, and all the body bags come with the white chalk. Nigga while you on a mission, my nigga, better protect the chest! The super-nigga bulletproof vest. Make or take it from me, Flesh. You don’t wanna be sorry, better yet we don’t need another niggaless army. So, invest in me the artillery, quality—satisfactory guaranteed! I ain’t no con', I’m a nigga that’s waitin’ for some shit like ‘Nam to pop off in my country!
Bizzy
When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof lit on fire! Hide all, you little children in a dire. When I spark in the dark with a lighter. Light up and don't die in silence. Somebody was sittin’ on the backs of the lions. Somebody was drinkin’ from the back of the lamb. Somebody was spittin’ ammunition in the radio—even in Zion (Zion). Millennium and also through the city when they hated. Don't be buckin’ on my Bone when someone's home and never play to me. And pray to me, can't play with me, so label me a runaway slave…and Cést la vie! Murda Mo the criminal's insane. Isn't worried about the aliens. Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of mental health and better brace yourself, I can’t tell if I’m in Hell. I ain’t well, fuckin' up some, suck it up son. How will he run from jail? When the jail's within himself…the righteous one!
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us. [*2]
THE RIGHTEOUS ONES
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony Featuring David's Daughters
BTNHResurrection
David's Daughters
…Am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you (and I'm) waiting for the righteous one? Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty, enlighten us.
Layzie
Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe some of the things that I've seen in my own eyes. Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys. Nigga, you die, you die! I'm that sneaky little nigga, still off the hook. Off the chain and a muthafuckin' wire. You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire. Throwin' up Thug 'til the world expires. Nigga's lost and he turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go. Nigga, save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive, and that's called survival. It's vital. Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield, it's all about respect and honor. Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor. Ready for whatever, nigga fuck the problems! Get 'em up. Nigga make a mil, take a mil, tell me how that paper feel. Is it real, is it real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill? Drive a brand new Benz and no bills? Fuckin' right I will! That's why I stay heated, cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed. Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded. Comin' with the beef, then nigga, you eat it! (eat it! eat it!)
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us.
Bizzy
And you're feelin' so thuggish outta Columbus. Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies. And lately got him runnin' from Lady Death, still I'm shady. Okay they say we schizophrenic and crazy. Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams—a teen. And now my mama let’ me go. She wouldn't pick up the phone. I’ll make it all on my own but that's a whole 'nother song and y’all don’t leave it alone! I save then baby, c’mon! I’m murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot, got a glock for the nigga ar—tillery shop. Drop when the nigga pop and the party don’t stop ‘til they call the cops! Somebody get with the Bacardi, at the end of the block. You know it’s me and my niggas, all the guerillas, killas. Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock. Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock!
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one?
Flesh
We got Mack-11’s, AK-47, yellin’, “Mo murda!” with the beam got lots of felons, bloody bodies smellin’. Caught up in a 180 army. We got grenades and cannons involved, when I’m barkin’ just fuck with the 5th Dawg. Nigga, we got the missle to haul off—the shotty guns had their barrels sawed-off, and all the body bags come with the white chalk. Nigga while you on a mission, my nigga, better protect the chest! The super-nigga bulletproof vest. Make or take it from me, Flesh. You don’t wanna be sorry, better yet we don’t need another niggaless army. So, invest in me the artillery, quality—satisfactory guaranteed! I ain’t no con', I’m a nigga that’s waitin’ for some shit like ‘Nam to pop off in my country!
Bizzy
When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof lit on fire! Hide all, you little children in a dire. When I spark in the dark with a lighter. Light up and don't die in silence. Somebody was sittin’ on the backs of the lions. Somebody was drinkin’ from the back of the lamb. Somebody was spittin’ ammunition in the radio—even in Zion (Zion). Millennium and also through the city when they hated. Don't be buckin’ on my Bone when someone's home and never play to me. And pray to me, can't play with me, so label me a runaway slave…and Cést la vie! Murda Mo the criminal's insane. Isn't worried about the aliens. Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of mental health and better brace yourself, I can’t tell if I’m in Hell. I ain’t well, fuckin' up some, suck it up son. How will he run from jail? When the jail's within himself…the righteous one!
David's Daughters
I am waiting for the righteous one. Enlighted us, the righteous one.
Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us. [*2]