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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, thats where we gets the rawest, thuggi
Ggish bone, so sho nuff, thats 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]. its part
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 disrespe
, make em think we shits real, nigga. Im from the land where every niggas plan is schemin for the money, man, so we packin, and they dont understand them niggas rappin but still they ac
Like criminals. (? ) reciprocal, they dont know it, even though. oh, no, no, cant let you go. when I pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funkll gon blow you away. playa hation strikes a nerve ev
Y.
Oh, gotta say fuck all yall, all yall. 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 its gotta be, aint no stoppin me when I be droppin, and these mo thug roll the sword from the front and back, dont stop, but the double glock they dont look out for th
...? ...) where your troops is down to get loose, bitch, sue these stupid muthafuckas, dont make me huff and puff and start some ruckus, cause the niggas be down for the count, and the first ni
Tep up, get shut down. you shouldna been takin my fuckin style thats how we still gon do it in the c-town, arrest me on the rebound. its the p to the o to the d from the t to the h to the
The g. you hoes aint got mo killas than me, so muthafuck what you speakin, brothas dont hit, theyre weak and wrapped up in white sheet, while your bullethole still be bleedin, but heres
Reason for the seasons on my muthafuckin bank. why you lame, be actin strange? boom to bangs, nigga insanes, out to rearrange this muthafuckin figure, knowin damn well, Im a muthafuckin
A. nigga, bow down, and im
Outta your picture. just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller, we done muthafuck you and you dont 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) somebodys issuin out my car, beat em and get long gone with a pistol in m
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 f
Re, yall 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, Im still runnin from feds, ho
All across rips face, but I wont 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,
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. lets make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh. Im off in the midst, and runnin and chasin and casin your set, feelin it might save me, b
Gotta be goin through this life, I snatch your life just like its a day, which typell it be? come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 benz, you know I got ends to spend, top ten (? ), count
Dends, and Im 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 yall, how wicked is this? it may be, n
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. its all about pe
Timin, feel me, its about perfect timin, hear me. whats on my muthafuckin mind in this: these playa haters got me pissed, bitch. but let me get my gauge. leatherface, go get your mask
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 yall, all yall. 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.