[Featuring Souljah Boy]
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 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.
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.
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.
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 (?), 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 windin`. 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, play, play]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo` murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
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.
