Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWII: Wasteland Warriors (Featuring Souljah Boy)
Krayzie Bone
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga. P.O.D., my nigga Sin, fin to put this shit down like this, nigga.
What if we slowed it down
Then nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style
Come on to funky town
That’s where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish thugstas so sho’ nuff
That’s what they call us
My niggas is organized so they know when to unload
So when them funky funky jump
We gon’ be ready to roll
Ain’t started no static
See we just out to get paid
But oh no
Niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake
It kinda pissed me off that (?) figured they could get skills
But when they test and disrespectin’, make ’em think this shit’s real nigga
I’m from the Land where every nigga’s plan is schemin’ for the money man
So we packin’ and they don’t understand
Them niggas rappin’ but still they actin’ like criminals
(?) reciprocal
They don’t know it
Even though
Oh no no can’t let you go
When I pop pop pop that funk’ll gon’ blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Aw I say fuck all y’all
All y’all
Wasteland warriors
We stressed
We stressed
We stressed
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
Warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
Wasteland warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
War corruptin’ my mind
Souljah Boy
You know it is
What it’s gotta be
Ain’t no stoppin’ me
When I be droppin’
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don’t stop but the Double Glock they don’t look out for these (…?…)
Where your troops is down to get loose bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don’t make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
‘Cause the niggas be down for the count
And the first nigga step up get shut down
You shouldna been takin’ my fuckin’ style
That’s how we still gon’ do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound
It’s the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain’t got mo’ killas than me
So muthafuck what you speakin’
Brothers don’t hit
They’re weak and wrapped up in white sheet
While your bullethole still be leakin’
But here’s the reason for the season’s on my muthafuckin’ bank
Why you lames be actin’ strange
Boom to bangs
Niggas insanes
Out to rearrange this muthafuckin’ figure
Knowin’ damn well
I’m a muthafuckin’ killa
Nigga bow down and I’m outta your picture
Just might killa
Got a cap peela
Nine rounds spiller
We done muthafuck you and you don’t wanna see
Fade ’em all with the blood heater
Streetsweeper get your ass deceased
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
Warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
Wasteland warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
War corruptin’ my mind
Bizzy Bone
Rip quick to kill you
Fill you and I hits that quick nigga
What you saw was half the war
(When uh we beat your hoes)
Somebody’s issuin’ out my car
Beat ’em and get long gone with a pistol in my (?) through me
Runnin’ through my pores
Star and they call war
Ready for the cause
Clones get the gun
End up gettin’ them pinned
So (…?…) gotta break
Your face be on that table
Ready for more
Y’all clone him
And what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke ’em
open ’em up and your luck get fucked-up
Ready me buck buck buck
I’m still runnin’ from feds
Horror all across Rip’s face
But I won’t get caught in love uh uh
When I makes you want it
Yes, some are (?)
I ‘m thinkin’ ’bout bloody
Sip of the drink and roll
But I had gun before you knows
Don’t roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly gettin’ judged roll.
Layzie Bone
Aw shit
Nowhere to run
Here come judgement day
Let’s make these jealous bitches pay uh-huh
I’m off in the midst
And runnin’ and chasin’ and casin’ your set
Feelin’ it might save me baby
Gotta be goin’ through this life
I snatch your life just like it’s a day
Which type’ll it be
Come and roll with this #1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend top ten (?)
Count dividends
Ad I’m rollin’ still real
Attitude like ‘nigga what
And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of ’em niggas Mo Thug employ in my city
Destroy y’all
How wicked is this
It may be nigga just gotta keep real baby lately
Lil’ Lay been dodgin’ hits
Try to keep all my people safe and outta the way
And you know I get greater later
So I continue grindin’
It’s all about perfect timin’
Feel me
It’s about perfect timin’
Hear me
What’s on my muthafuckin’ mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed bitch
But let me get my gauge
Leathaface go get your mask
We gon’ blast and roll on these muthafuckin’ niggas
Neverlastin’
Neverlastin’
Neverlastin’
Neverlastin’
The #l Assassin
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
Warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
Wasteland warriors ride
Bloody murder
Bloody mo’ murder murder
Murder
Murder baby
War corruptin’ my mind
Krayzie Bone
Aw I say fuck all y’all
All y’all
Wasteland warriors
We stressed
We stressed
We stressed
Bizzy Bone / Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
War corruptin’ my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin’ my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin’ my mind
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