Sounds The Same - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Why does everybody’s story seem to sound the same?

It all seems so familiar familiar

Struggle in the game — it all seems so familiar familiar

They left the hood for change — it all seems so familiar familiar

Why does everybody’s story seem to sound the same?

It all seems so familiar familiar

They done some time in vain — it all seems so familiar familiar

Gotta wise the shit to lames — it all seems so familiar familiar

I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad

Nobody thought he would make it up outta the hood before the gun blast

(Gun blast) Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug

Runnin from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn’t give a fuck

(Scandalous) Runnin up in that black mask

Niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast (c'mon)

Destroyin the system, make some money to survive the streets

But you know deep inside that this ain’t how you tryin to be

But it’s all to think when you’re strugglin and can’t sleep

Cause you’re hungry but can’t eat, cause livin just ain’t free;

but shit

Poppa been laid off (laid off) momma been laid off

Everywhere I hear the same old song

To probably take a loss, I’m tryin to fight these demons

By any means, by any cost I’m out here reppin Cleveland

They got me bobbin weavin, nigga give me the reason

To let 'em flies do or die, niggas no longer breathin

Known as a heathen, before Layzie Bone it was Steven

And I’m just tryna break even, leavin you leakers steadily creepin

Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone)

And momma can’t do it on her own (her own)

Lights off, gas gone, «Momma, daddy comin home?»

I guess not, sell rocks, rappin with my niggas Bone

(Whassup Wish? Yeah, we all we got!) And that’s Bone Bone Bone Bone

(Whassup Kray? Yeah, we all we got nigga!) And that’s Bone Bone Bone Bone

So you been to the Chi?

Me too;

you ever been shot?

Me too

Sold rocks, all-nighters on blocks, catch cases?

Shit, me too

That’s the story, no one write it, nobody can tell it for me

Momma workin double shift — daddy who, daddy who?

And when he do it’s always later, never came

Now look, he done broke that boy’s heart;

man again, damn again

Don’t wonder why it’s like that in the ghetto

Grew up, outta luck, don’t give a fuck about life, so we let 'em go

I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow

Give me the money, and I can keep my temper low

Everybody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes

Priorities fucked up, but we already know!