Artist/Band:
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Lyrics for Song: Wasteland Warriors
Lyrics for Album: The Art Of War [1998]
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.
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