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Krayzie:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this
muthafucka, nigga. P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin, fin
to put this shit down like this, nigga.
[We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto . . .]
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 Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what
they call us. My niggas is older, now, so they
know when to unload. So, when them funky, funky
jump me, gon' be ready to roll [ready to roll].
It's part of 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 kept
on disrespectin', make 'em think we 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 [pop, pop],
that funk'll gon' blow you away. Playa hation
strikes a nerve everyday.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all.
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we
stressed.
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', brothas don't hit, they're weak and
wrapped up in white sheet, while your bullethole
still be bleedin', but here's the reason for the
season's on my muthafuckin' bank. Why you lame,
be actin' strange? Boom to bangs, nigga 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.
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:
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that
quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war (when
a 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:
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 #l nigga
in my 500 Benz, you know I got ends to spend, top
ten (?), count dividends, and 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. Little 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.
Leatherface, go get your mask. We gon' blast and
roll on these
muthafuckin' niggas, everlastin', everlastin',
everlastin', everlastin'--the #l Assassin.
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.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all.
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we
stressed.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.
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