Krayzie BoneThe War Iz On

Krayzie, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, and Layzie:Thug Mentality 1999 Intro We so thuggish-ruggish...The muthafuckin' the war is on. You better suit up and Do like Krayzie Bone Cuz the muthafuckin' war is on. Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do? Krayzie Say nigga we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my niggas in the Fatigue suits/ Ready to shoot, runnin' with the AK-47 Niggas tryin' to survive, they ain't tryin' to go to heaven/ Muthafuckers Shootin', they ain't even askin' questions It's these young-ass niggas/ 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/ Niggas been ready for war/ We Are the muthafuckers 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 muthafuckin' examples Out them assholes/ We're not even concerned/ Strike a match, drop it on the gas, And let the muthafucker burn... Baby burn/ Army's strategic, and I pledge allegiance to the 12-gauge Mossberg/ I'm that nigga, Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face Gotta big gun in your face/ Behind that bush/ And when they roll by nigga, 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 niggas 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? Nigga, pull your gun, that's exactly how we play, screamin' bloody Murder mo all day The buckshots spray daily, all day Snoop Dogg Money makes murders, sex, lies, crimes, fo'-fives, nines, heaters, jackers, Killas, cap-pealers, and drug dealers/ Snitches, Snakes, bitches, 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 shit, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that bitch/ She Might be cute, but listen here my nigga That don't mean shit/ Duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge/ Krayzie Bone and Dogg Capone Yeah, you know the war is on/ Break a bitch, shoot a snitch, fuck a trick/ Get Your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink And get off into this gangsta shit/ We havin' bread, breakin bread/ Nigga 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, cock and blast/ Kurupt And Snoop, Krayzie, Daz, Layzie blazin' up the Hash/ G'd as fuck, gangsta-fy high as the sky, gangsta for life/ Fuck a bitch, Hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta shit I'm a G, DPG, DPGC, O.G. DP/ Ride on niggas, blast on niggas, dip and put the Smash on niggas Layzie It's a war...There's a war goin' on... When the war pop off, where the fuck you gon' be? In the front or the back? City Under attack; every nigga from the 99 Front line, marchin' with a Tech 9/ Nigga, where my thugs at? If you scared, go To church/ Muthafucker, matter of fact While you at it, say a prayer for me/ I'm prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the Streets with a gotdamn beat/ My heat close to me Khaki suits and fatigues, nigga dressed to kill/ Nigga, yes, I will put a slug In you/ Nigga, what you wanna do Cuz I'm ready to shoot? And my high-tech boots got me feelin' bulletproof/ I'm a Superman/ Nigga, G.I. Joe/ Like the wind Blowin' throu a nigga' 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, what's Happenin'? If you disrepectin' my family; it'll be hell to Tell the captain/ Fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos/ Fuck all you Politicians/ This' war/ Dedication to the criminal nation Let the real thugs even the score -Refrain-
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