Krayzie: 
Why do I stay high? . . . 
Bizzy: 
Why do I stay high? . . . 
Krayzie: 
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony, harmony, 
then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just like me, like me. 

Krayzie: 
How many more days on this old earth.  Can you see?  It's blind 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. Policeman, and, dog, if you with it, then pump up your fist in the air, then pray for the
politicians freely, get an amen, the last days of the last day, day, day. 

Bizzy: 
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, and then when I go, I go.  Remember the dead, 'cause all that I got, I got all on my own
with Bone, Bone, Bone, muggin' thuggin' through your door.  Hoes speakin' of the last and the time
when I'm passed, and Charlie wanna hear ya Bone, but I can't go wrong.  I'm a flip it with my
song, better turn it on, 'cause you love that thuggish ruggish Bone Bone Bone Bone, Crossroads,
what a real cruel world, now I doubt the journey of us lost souls, who meant so much.  Why wasn't
I chose?  But He will not stop clones whose shots don't drop Bone, no oh, oh, oh, and if I could
teach the world to be a thug like me, then they probably be thuggin' in heaven eternally. 

Layzie: 
Everyday the world goes round and round.  I see it's a small world after all, 'cause I can go meet,
and I greet with my fans, smoke a little weed and have a little laugh with ya'll, but every now and
then, I gets caught up in the playa hation.  Lord, what's wrong with this nation?  Erase 'em.  But if I
could to 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:  a warrior, wasteland
warrior so true.  Divine--it's mine, East 1999, it's where you're findin' all of my kind everytime. 

Krayzie: 
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony, harmony, 
then I would teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just like me, like me [if I, if I]. 

Krayzie: 
We stand as united, but fall if divided.  My thugs is the tightest, 'cause God is our guide, and they
only define us as killas and fighters.  The critics and writers backstab when typin' our story.  The
war to be warrior, that's for sure, and as thugs we're more and more and more and more. 

Wish: 
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 a y'all, follow me.  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--the 
government and these playa haters out to kill Wish, wanna hurt this, but, uh uh, I got true Mo Thug
niggas you just can't fuck with, artillery you can't come with.  Nigga, better let it rest, shit.  To the
little boys and girls all over the world, this shit that we say's for the streets--not for you to go and
do or to repeat.  Please, if we can, no more murder amongst ourselves.  If we can, no more
murder. 

Krayzie: 
If I could teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thug in harmony, harmony then I would
teach the world, [whole wide world] to be a thugsta just like me, like me. 
with Bizzy: 
Why do I stay high? . . .