Music Makes Me High Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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 niggas 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. 

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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 ... 

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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, nigga, 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, fuck a jail, 

ause a nigga ain never goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it 

wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug 

nigga, would I vanish? But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us 

living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, 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: 

Nigga, 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 nigga it don't stop, 

ause it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my 

veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic 

rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin 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. Nigga, 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, nigga, the slugs that I bring come 

hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga 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, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the 

pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, 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 fuck I be, niggas! 

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.)