feat snoop dogg kurupt layzie bone krayzie bone - warz on (feat. snoop dogg, kurupt & layzie bone) - krayzie bone lyrics
krayzie, snoop dogg, kurupt, and layzie: thug mentality 1999
intro
we so thuggish-ruggish… the m-th-f-ckin’ the war is on. you better suit up and
do like krayzie bone
cuz the m-th-f-ckin’ war is on. whatcha gon’ do, whatcha gon’ do, gon’ do?
krayzie
say n-gg- we march, stompin’ in the big black boots with my n-gg-s in the
fatigue suits/ ready to shoot, runnin’ with the ak-47
n-gg-s tryin’ to survive, they ain’t tryin’ to go to heaven/ m-th-f-ckers
shootin’, they ain’t even askin’ questions
it’s these young–ss n-gg-s/ they straight up thugged-out/ they killas that lil’
soldier, boy, cuz we livin’ in the killin’ field
tombstone, soldier/ rest in peace/ a real warrior/ n-gg-s been ready for war/ we
are the m-th-f-ckers on the streets with the
heat, knockin’ the hoes off they feet/ say boy, it’s a jungle out there/ get a
couple casualties every year/ the goal is to stay
alive/ the mission is to make money/ the enemy; the police/ we gotta bust back
at ’em, make some m-th-f-ckin’ examples
out them -ssholes/ we’re not even concerned/ strike a match, drop it on the gas,
and let the m-th-f-cker burn…
baby burn/ army’s strategic, and i pledge allegiance to the 12-gauge mossberg/
i’m that n-gg-, mr. sawed-off leather face
gotta big gun in your face/ behind that bush/ and when they roll by n-gg-, we
jump out the bush and make a push/ bustin’
why they runnin’? buckin’ everything, comin’, murda/ y’all ain’t said nothing/
got a couple of n-gg-s for that, stay strapped
from the front to the back/ and the extra clip off in my jacket so when i run
out i restack it and pap it some more
we ready for war
-refrain-
so, what? n-gg-, pull your gun, that’s exactly how we play, screamin’ bl–dy
murder mo all day
the buckshots spray daily, all day
snoop dogg
money makes murders, s-x, lies, crimes, fo’-fives, nines, heaters, jackers,
killas, cap-pealers, and drug dealers/ snitches,
snakes, b-tches, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches/ give and take, shake and
bake/ boy, i got to stack my plate
bad news; it travels fast, and real mashers always mash/ give a dog a bone, send
him on; he bound to come home with some
cash/ get your sh-t, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that b-tch/ she
might be cute, but listen here my n-gg-
that don’t mean sh-t/ duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge/
krayzie bone and dogg capone
yeah, you know the war is on/ break a b-tch, shoot a snitch, f-ck a trick/ get
your grip, smoke some dank, p-ss some drink
and get off into this gangsta sh-t/ we havin’ bread, breakin bread/ n-gg- listen
to what i said/ tuck my heat, keep it close
just in case you think i’m playin/ layin’ fools down, dogg pound, bone thugs,
one love
and we bangin’ from the streets to the clubs
-refrain-
kurupt
check it out: gangstas, hoes, i suppose, dip and dash, c-ck and blast/ kurupt
and snoop, krayzie, daz, layzie blazin’ up the
hash/ g’d as f-ck, gangsta-fy high as the sky, gangsta for life/ f-ck a b-tch,
hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta sh-t
i’m a g, dpg, dpgc, o.g. dp/ ride on n-gg-s, blast on n-gg-s, dip and put the
smash on n-gg-s
layzie
it’s a war… there’s a war goin’ on…
when the war pop off, where the f-ck you gon’ be? in the front or the back? city
under attack; every n-gg- from the 99
front line, marchin’ with a tech 9/ n-gg-, where my thugs at? if you scared, go
to church/ m-th-f-cker, matter of fact
while you at it, say a prayer for me/ i’m prepared to heat, heat a n-gg- in the
streets with a gotd-mn beat/ my heat close to me
khaki suits and fatigues, n-gg- dressed to kill/ n-gg-, yes, i will put a slug
in you/ n-gg-, what you wanna do
cuz i’m ready to shoot? and my high-tech boots got me feelin’ bulletproof/ i’m a
superman/ n-gg-, g.i. joe/ like the wind
blowin’ throu a n-gg-‘ area/ more dead enemies i count up the merrier/ and you
ain’t heard no collaboration scarier
i’m a walkin’ nightmare, and i’m born to die/ if the war goin’ on, whats
happenin’? if you disrepectin’ my family; it’ll be h-ll to
tell the captain/ f-ck all you playa haters and you po-pos/ f-ck all you
politicians/ this’ war/ dedication to the criminal nation
let the real thugs even the score
-refrain-
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