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[Krayzie] (Talking)
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 niggas plan
And 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
[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo` murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo` murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
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`s thinkin`
Brothas don`t hit, they`re weak and wrapped up in my 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.
[Krayzie] Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo` murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo` murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin` my mind
[Bizzy]
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin` through ?
And they call war, ready for the cause
Clones get the thug, end up gettin` them ? 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, ? all the disrespect
But I won`t get cut and love, Uh-uh
What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ?
Thinkin` me bloody get with the ?
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don`t roll, and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll
