Lyrics

If I Could Teach The World-Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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 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 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:
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.
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? . . ., Why do I stay high? . . . Why do I stay high? . . .

Repeat till fade

Entered by Analyne