Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Music Makes Me High lyrics

Bizzy: Yeah. Supervision. If you look into my eyes. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ... Bizzy: See, they don understand me. Ie been through him, and him, and him, and then come at m again. I know n***as that in the pen, and figgas for you and them. Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ause gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it heavenly fangs distained for my explanation on ane. The fame was the sum of our money, chained in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off bang! Well, then let me finish with thug love. I off to hit the club with the bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it my first love. Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes. Supervision: I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high. (Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.) Supervision: I making love to my music, like my music my lady. Sippinon Brandi, intoxicated. Humminto __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that Thai. My reason why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I can see, my vision clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and please label me 'out it, 'out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my homie [insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ause we don play in this land of the loc, where brothers, they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady callin and never stallin But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my music. I makinlove ... Krayzie: I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it pumpinto keep me thuggin self in check. Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music the perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, roll m up. Put some of them jams on. And, n***a, we zonein so put on some old school, homie, let hit the dance floor. Music really makes me happy. When i stressin mental hot, I put on some instrumentals. Stop, I think about what I done been through. I put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now everything is all right. If it wasn for this music, i be dead, f** a jail, ause a n***a ain never goinback to that hell. Feel me. k** me. And if it wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug n***a, would I vanish? But this platinum got us n***as established. Got us living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, n***a, and yll can have it. Even though it stress and strain in the game, one thing I can do is ... Is stop the music. Supervision: I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high. (Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.) Layzie: n***a, it don't stop, and it won't stop ause i just can't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And n***a it don't stop, ause it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum sh**. n***a I gotsta have it. It like automatic rounds when I put this down. Constantly f**in up instrumentals, you remember that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers, creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won catch me sleepin put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames. n***a, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, n***a, the slugs that I bring come hollow. n***a we can do this in the song, or n***a we can do this in person. Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis work in. ause me and my music, n***a, we don't take that sh**. n***a, put the pen to the pad, get mad and I break that b**h. n***a, it's just the thug in me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I make all y'all know who the f** I be, n***as! Supervision: I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high. (Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)