If I Could Teach The World

Krayzie:
Why do I stay high? . . .(x4)
with Bizzy:
Why do I stay high? . . .(x4)

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 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 yeah.

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