Krayzie Bone Album

i shit on your mom
i wanna shit on your dads face
i like shit, its heavy heavy
heavy heavy heavy
runnin wuth the ak47
runnin wuth the ak47
runnin wuth the ak47
runnin wuth the ak47
runnin wuth the ak47 buck and heated heavy
runnin wuth the ak47 buck and heated heavy
runnin wuth the ak47 buck and heated heavy
motha fuckers

Intro
The world, the world, the world, is very different now...
-Refrain-
Everybody wants some paper (I want some) Niggas fightin' over paper (I know you
want some)
And when you die, I can bet you (You will die) you died tryin' to get some
paper
(I can bet you will die) Shame, shame...
Krayzie
Ain't life a fucked up game with all the green? Mighty, mighty dollar bill y'all
(bill y'all) have you
sinnin'/ Eventually in a coffin one day/ But you can't knock the hustle; niggas
got bills to pay
Struggle and strive/ I'm tryin' to stay alive, but in the meantime I'm a get
mine/ Everything'll be fine
When I can eat and get high/ I mean eat when I want to/ Purchase some weed and
have a place to
P.O.D. when I want to/ But tryin' to make the paper ain't the only worry/ I got
to keep my glock
cocked; niggas be plottin' on me, tryin' to hurt me/ So I stop, and nigga,
"What's up? I'm in a hurry"
No time for conversations with niggas that's thinkin' to murder me/ But I pin
'em everytime(everytime)
Time after time they try, but you can be deceased/ No more, your life/ Friends
is usually your foes
You know you're just like everybody/ I trust nobody
Cuz everybody want the paper
-Refrain-
Money, money, money...Make your, make your, cash flow...
Krayzie
A nigga be thinkin'; ain't it funny sometimes that you can be quick to do a
crime; you come up
and get robbed and shot, but you got the same job? Tricky business/ Sometimes
you get your wig
split/ But, shit, for the cheddar, I guess we just be willing to risk it "This
is a stick up. Give up the
cash, your wallet, purse" Nigga dash/ You turn around; I'm puttin a bullet up in
your ass
Desperate-ass niggas don't play/ Me and my niggas ain't ate all day/ And you can
go to the grave for meal plate
Niggas play dirty cuz we out here hungry/ We just want a meal on the table
And a meal in the pocket/ You die if you cannot pay for your life/ Niggas is
frantic
And that's why (that's why, that's why, that's why...)
-Refrain-
Big hundred dollar bills, y'all...Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills,
y'all?
Would you kill? Would you kill? Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills
y'all?
-Refrain-
Better make your cash flow (cash flow, cash flow)
Nigga better make your cash flow/ Nigga make your money, money, man
Better hustle up and make your cash flow...Fuck being poor.

(Intro)
Raw, raw, raw
...
Retaliation is a must, nigga. The
enemy must suffer the muthaf**kin'
consequences.
Deadly ... Yeah, I want all of these
muthaf**kas dead. I don't wanna see
one muthaf**ka
left breathin'.
Kill all these
muthaf**kas.

(Chorus)
Them niggas be
killas.
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Bloody, bloody
murder ...
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Killa ...

(Krayzie)
I'm thuggin off in my house out in
Cleveland.
Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed.
Dozed off, but I was
awakened by the
telephone ringin'. I picked it up:
'Hello?' At
first, nobody would answer me, so I
said it again:
'Hello?' Somebody starts
breathin'. Not thinkin', I hung up the
phone.
Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no
mind. It
could've been just my f**kin'
friends. Then I sat back and closed
my eyes--no
more than four seconds, it rung again.
'Hello? And
why in the f**k is you
playin?' Somebody yelled out, 'You
die!' Before I
could even reply, some nigga jumped
right through the
window buckin' a
pistol. I jumped out of the chair,
grabbed the
bullets on the way to the stairs.
Feelin' hot bullets
fly over my head. Thinkin' for
sure that I'm gonna be dead. Scared?
Oh yeah! So
I turned around and ran out the
backdoor instead.
Them niggas was
steadily buckin'; whoever was
dumpin', they surely
did want me in the red. Continued to
fled--hit a
couple of fences, thinkin'
'bout who could have did this?
Retaliation: I'll
handle my business, kill 'em--as God
as my witness. I
called up my niggas; they
ready for war. Kill 'em's the way that
we even the
score. If you did not come for war,
what in the f**k
you come here for?
What you niggas
be? Killas ...

(Chorus x2)
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Bloody, bloody
murder ...
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Killa ...

(Bam)
Five infrared dots, trail by these steel
toes
runnin' in your spot. You smokin' hot.
Gather
troops, destinations be your block.
The stakes is high since '94. Got your
tightest G
for ransom. Maybe unhand 'em and
let him go. Hell
no, you shouldn't've
chanced it. It's not essential, got
smoked, only
deaththreats on your boast. So take it
as a quote,
get violent if you see me,
loc. We deadly--deaf, pay your sins,
you'll die a
thousand times. He's found with open
eyes, and
mesmerized, no vital signs.
That's fifty mercenaries that blood
money can't
afford. Jump out of new Accords.
Deep (...?...) got
two swords. A deadly
(?), fate been chosen. Get your eyes
swollen. I
roll and dreams we're golden, and
now your hood we
controllin'. You tellin'
lies, caught you slippin' up at your
Mama's house.
Should've took you out, but I told my
homies throw you
out. Better thank
your stars, relocate anywhere close to
Mars,
and stop actin' hard, you got more
than you bargained
for.

(Chorus)
You niggas be
killas.
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Bloody, bloody
murder ...
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Killa ...

(Bam)
We leave 'em shell-shocked, forty
glocks and dirty
looks and pop shots. We verse 'em
twice; murda books
police, 'cause
scared of heights. It's cowards versus
niggas, been
shook, didn't recognize the way your
body hangin' from
a hook. Thugline
don't
play.

(Krayzie)
Shit! Dog, I done told 'em. We'll erode
'em. Ho
ain't got no scrotum. Slippin' in a clip
and reload
'em, and when they jump,
yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em
wherever,
however they want it. We gon' make
sure no one's
alive or left to identify me.
It ain't over
until you die.

(Chorus)
Them you niggas
be killas.
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Bloody, bloody
murder ...
Payback is a bitch, and the
bitch is on the period, period.
Killa ...

{dialing of phone}
Krayzie
Still thuggin' with the thugs, thugs, with the thugs
(If y'all feel this, scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, thugline)
Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed, changed
(If y'all feel this, scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, thugline)
And if you niggas wanna get some, get some. Count me down for your thing
Relay
Muthafuck you niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me/ No-no, gotta grin but I pin
swolled eyes so fuck them crooked, crackin'
po-po's/ Kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls/ Keep businesss
to myself cuz it's best if no one knows
I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ Try to take my weed, I got
more power than She-ra/ Dirty-South diva
I rise like Mya/ My high is comin' down/ I smoke some more and I get higher/ La,
la-la...They beat this weed and they set fire
Ganja make me loose, cuz I'm live like a wire/ I never share attire, keep
passin' me them thangs/ Just hit 'em with that heat to
they mouth like some wangs/ Straight out Decator, gon' get some cheese and fuck
the fame/ Straight out Decator, you got
drama? You know my name/ Now close your eyes and listen to Sleepy rhyme/ You got
five, I got 5/ Let's go get a dime
Relay
A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard/ I put my pen down and let
the folks hear my words/ Don't call me no
joker, don't call me no nerd cux I be goin' deeper than the others you heard/
Cuz this ain't in your head, bumpin' in your
head knockin'/ I keep the brothers jockin' even though they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
all/ Nigga in y'all drawers, I rise but my name's not Mya
And I's a tight female/ Don't need smoke to get you higher/ I'm beggin' for
attention, well I beg to differ
They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my
thoughts are dangerous
You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us/ Can't sit on my ass,
when I know I must be heard
My pen's been put down and now my mouth has been heard
-Refrain-
So you can bring anything you want to/ We do, do this however, whenever you want
to/ But we can act the fool
if that's what you wan do cuz real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline
Relay
Yeah, Little Miss on passion stabbin', nabbin' niggas/ I know how to react and
be the one who peepin' out them playa haters in the back /And I'm attackin',
saggin'/ Yes, and I'm relaxin' when I'm high/ Krayzie Bone and Relay done hooked
up this shit
Cuz my, my, my, Relay is comin' round the corner/ Better run for cover or you're
gonna be a goner/ I told you nigga, we doin' this shit to get richer quicker,
not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like, rest in peace, Notorious BIG,
nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
baddest when I rhyme/ And Relay up to no good
Fact, you should value this beat/ And in this rap game it seems ain't no other 4
becuz we'll straight out bust out the scene
Straight out Decator where it's greater/ And it can't get no better, unless you
headed throu downtown/ The land to go make
some chedder/ In everyway and everyday, you hear these thugs bust a rap, or
rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call
We gon' snap, snap
Relay
We in the A-T-L, done hooked up/ This shit is buck, so nigga, what? Krayzie
gotta bust, Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie gotta
bust, Krayzie gotta bust {repeated}
Krayzie
Now you know we can get high, high, high, so high/ That's my man, Mister
Sawed-Off Leatherface: the name
Thug is what I claim/ Stayin' away from all these lames and these playa hatas
steady inflictin' pressure on the brain
But my mentality can't be faded, I play it so fuckin' smooth/ I got my mind just
like chess, I concentrate on every move
And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ Believe me, that's why so many
niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ Too many chiefs
annoy me, uh/ So when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty
close
Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters,
pop-pop-pop-pop/ Mo! Thug mothership presents;
Thugline niggas, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony still live niggas/ And I got my troopers
suited and ready/ Relay, up in this muthafucka
Marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin/ Bombin' on bitches/ People be sayin', and
if you think we playin; run up and take your chance to die/ It's in your hands,
blow for blow/ We let these muthafuckers know/ They know whether they male or
female
I don't roll with no ho
-Refrain-
{phone dialtone}
(Operator) We're sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed,
please check the number and dial again, or call your operator to help you..

Dum dudumdum dum dum dum dum
dum dum
dum dum dudum dum dum dum dum
dum dum dum

(Chorus x2)
They call me the 'Dummy Man' (man,
man, man)
And I'm up early tryina slang my dope
(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)
The fiends...they get awfully mad....
(mad, mad, mad)
When they go broke on dope and it's
really soap
(My nigga you ain't never lied)

Up in the morning....and I feel like I
don't wanna be livin'
Better off dead without no
bread....have you ever felt that
feeling?
Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die
When you reach into your pocket
and can't even find
Not even enough to go purchase a
dime (sack of weed)
But F**K THAT! I got 'come up' in my
blood
Cause it's the '1st of the Month'
(nigga what!)
The perfect time to come up
The only problem is: I'm broke and
ain't got no dope
But as I was standin' in my bathroom
mirror....I looked at the
soap
Shit...soap look a little like dope (you
scandalous nigga!)
Then, I chopped-chopped up me
some counterfeit amphetamines
But wait a minute.....
Wait. Wait a minute now...what if
they want to taste it?
Think quickly for cash: nigga dash to
the kitchen, get the bread
bag
Wrap that bread around some soap
Now I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum
dope
It might sound funny, but it ain't no
joke...
cause doin this shit could get a nigga
smoked, man
But F**K IT! Young nigga gotta get
them duckets
Hit the medicine cabinet for the final
touches...
Orajel for the numbness
Then I hit the corner with a handful of
breadcrumbs...
nigga got the dum-dum for ya
And the pump on approach if you say
it ain't dope,
only dealin cause I hate to be sober
Peep, 'creep on ah come up', I wait
for a fiend to roll up

And walk to the car with my hand on
my pistol,
he showed me the green, said
'Hold up...gotta get my stash'
Nigga need a 20...but I got that faded
Lovin these yum-yums, glad I made it;
I just hope this nigga don't try to taste
it!
I dropped him the dummy, he said it
was lovely
But as he pulled off, I pinned that he
put the rock up in his
mouth
(So he gon' come back for his
money!)
I pinned that he braked...he skid...
Put it in reverse and he came back
quick...
Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all
big...
This is what happened to this bit....
We beat him and finished him off, and
he never came 'round here
no more
Cause a nigga ran into yours truly:
poor, and a nigga scored
Lord forgive me but i can't remember
(the last time I ate)
Now I gots to go get me a plate, or a
bit, now I'm proper
Only spent three dollars and forty-four
cents,
nigga full, now I gotta get bent
Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-
six cents...HELL YEAH!
These dum-dums got a nigga off the
hook..they got booked, took,
shook
Look: got dope but it ain't dope, so I
guess you can call me a
'crooked crook'
Hey...do you know somebody like
me?
I don't think so, cause ain't nobody I
see
Down for the crime like I'm down for
mine,
and if I gotta, nigga I cheat
(cheat)

(Chorus x2)
They call me the 'Dummy Man' (man,
man, man)
And I'm up early tryina slang my dope
(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)
The fiends...they get awfully mad....
(mad, mad, mad)
When they go broke on dope and it's
really soap
(My nigga you ain't never lied)

So f**k with me, I got the chops man
(chops man)
The biggest rocks up on the block
man (block man)
Say f**k with me, I got tha chops man
(the chopper, choppers)
The biggest rocks up on the block
man (block man {echo})

Dum dudumdum dum dum dum dum
dum dum
dum dum dudum dum dum dum dum
dum dum dum

(Chorus x2)
They call me the 'Dummy Man' (man,
man, man)
And I'm up early tryina slang my dope
(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)
The fiends...they get awfully mad....
(mad, mad, mad)
When they go broke on dope and it's
really soap
(My nigga you ain't never lied)

Up in the morning....and I feel like I
don't wanna be livin'
Better off dead without no
bread....have you ever felt that
feeling?
Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die
When you reach into your pocket
and can't even find
Not even enough to go purchase a
dime (sack of weed)
But F**K THAT! I got 'come up' in my
blood
Cause it's the '1st of the Month'
(nigga what!)
The perfect time to come up
The only problem is: I'm broke and
ain't got no dope
But as I was standin' in my bathroom
mirror....I looked at the
soap
Shit...soap look a little like dope (you
scandalous nigga!)
Then, I chopped-chopped up me
some counterfeit amphetamines
But wait a minute.....
Wait. Wait a minute now...what if
they want to taste it?
Think quickly for cash: nigga dash to
the kitchen, get the bread
bag
Wrap that bread around some soap
Now I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum
dope
It might sound funny, but it ain't no
joke...
cause doin this shit could get a nigga
smoked, man
But F**K IT! Young nigga gotta get
them duckets
Hit the medicine cabinet for the final
touches...
Orajel for the numbness
Then I hit the corner with a handful of
breadcrumbs...
nigga got the dum-dum for ya
And the pump on approach if you say
it ain't dope,
only dealin cause I hate to be sober
Peep, 'creep on ah come up', I wait
for a fiend to roll up

And walk to the car with my hand on
my pistol,
he showed me the green, said
'Hold up...gotta get my stash'
Nigga need a 20...but I got that faded
Lovin these yum-yums, glad I made it;
I just hope this nigga don't try to taste
it!
I dropped him the dummy, he said it
was lovely
But as he pulled off, I pinned that he
put the rock up in his
mouth
(So he gon' come back for his
money!)
I pinned that he braked...he skid...
Put it in reverse and he came back
quick...
Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all
big...
This is what happened to this bit....
We beat him and finished him off, and
he never came 'round here
no more
Cause a nigga ran into yours truly:
poor, and a nigga scored
Lord forgive me but i can't remember
(the last time I ate)
Now I gots to go get me a plate, or a
bit, now I'm proper
Only spent three dollars and forty-four
cents,
nigga full, now I gotta get bent
Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-
six cents...HELL YEAH!
These dum-dums got a nigga off the
hook..they got booked, took,
shook
Look: got dope but it ain't dope, so I
guess you can call me a
'crooked crook'
Hey...do you know somebody like
me?
I don't think so, cause ain't nobody I
see
Down for the crime like I'm down for
mine,
and if I gotta, nigga I cheat
(cheat)

(Chorus x2)
They call me the 'Dummy Man' (man,
man, man)
And I'm up early tryina slang my dope
(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)
The fiends...they get awfully mad....
(mad, mad, mad)
When they go broke on dope and it's
really soap
(My nigga you ain't never lied)

So f**k with me, I got the chops man
(chops man)
The biggest rocks up on the block
man (block man)
Say f**k with me, I got tha chops man
(the chopper, choppers)
The biggest rocks up on the block
man (block man {echo})

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm
always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'
to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But,
man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you
try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me
daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how
these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a
stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest
groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'
rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring
troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and
boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that
they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'
tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout
they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew
what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About
my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop,
pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your
profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that
Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started.

Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the
matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino.
Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes
out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or
rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets; niggas in the hood strugglin',
doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money; and all the thugs, the
hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps. Let's roll, let's roll.
[. . . ghetto love, ghetto love. I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .]

Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where
they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they preach,
stayin' true until they D-I-E. Niggas still strong. We keep on bailin' through
the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. Speakin' of violence, I
see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be
got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it
drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the
sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on
sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin'
nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock
'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though. 'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent
or you will die." So [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get
saved, or put some food on your table for now.

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. Do what it takes,
but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. Gotta feed your babies [babies,
yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you
nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin'
[somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you,
'cause it's guilt on they conscience. Don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool
you, no]. Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper,
paper, before you die, die. This verse is for my ghetto queens, tryin' to come
up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. Make that money
[Make that money]. Work, work, work. Whatever your occupation, as long as you
bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon. Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too.
And I hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [Ooh-ooh,
yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme
some of that ghetto love [ghettp love].

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot
the muthafuckas! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you
with it? Come on, put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like
animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin'
[hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no
more, no more]. I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause I know
it won't last too much longer . When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I
told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the
fame, get out quickly. Understand me? 'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon
they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my
family. Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but I told
them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for
fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.]

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Niko:
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. Them niggas with an
attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a
livin'. We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin' to stay
alive, some people out there smokin' crack. My people workin' 9 to 5, just doin'
it right. Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin'
days is long gone, hold on, be strong.

Krayzie:
Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers,
we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we
soldiers.
[Get on up, get on up.]

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for
war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke.

Krayzie:
Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can
vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta
give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You
get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know
these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and got with the realest
niggas in the town. Now look who's in the Suave House, yes it's truly-yours,
Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. In the meanwhile, I
still gotta make me some money to get by. Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
up with MJG, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. Nobody will know who shot that
pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. Put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
that did it was wearin' a Leather Face, and not to be played with. Whatever you
claim, you better get paid. Shit.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for
war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

MJG:
Who be I? The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
that he hold. Natural born mind control. False niggas' gang blown away. It makes
you wonder why niggas be hatin'. They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
you under. It seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'
for ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats
who snatch cheese. Fly like a trapeze artist. Tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
the hardest. MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone, dividin?the throne. Regardless of
niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. Recitin' the lyrical gift, the
shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. How do you know when you're
goin' too far? The further you get, the further you are. Shit, I breaks in half
crook niggas. Don't make me laugh. Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
one's the ass? Where your bitch at? Collectin' my cash. Now who would've know
that the bitch is a hood-rat. Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. You're
thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech. Look at the bullets, they rippin'
his vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. In piece is that nigga decide to
rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. The shit that I got is the
shit that I'm given. Constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the Hen,
smokin' the bud.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for
war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Layzie:
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
couldn't win. Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind,
500 Benzo, we roll, roll. Rod J came through with the Mack-10. Wish trippin'
when I pulled out the glock. You know that all of my niggas be ready this
pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. Everybody I know
out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a
thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
grudge. What? Nigga we?l bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
swangin', paper chasin'. Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
claimin' Mo! Even though it get hectic, respect it. Nigga, knock my struggle,
uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a
go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a
deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. We
marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. Hell yeah, we can
meet up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. See, I am so sick
of oppression, shit ain't changed, Little Lay still stressin'. No question,
clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
uh, you?l probably feelin?the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
of an angel to the table. Watch me put it down for Mo, and them Suave House
niggas. So, willin?and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . If
that's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
forgiveness. You know all I'm sayin?is, just don't fuck with me, man.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you better get ready for
war. If you a hustla make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Eightball:
Yeah ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G. The
realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. You
know what I'm talkin' 'bout? All over the muthafuckin' world and back again,
bitch. Space-age forever.

(Chorus x 2)
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life
It's been like this since I was born
Yes I can run but I can't hide
Gonna be like that until I'm gone
Drama always seems to find me, find
me, find me

(Verse 1)
Roll down my family tree with me
Give it up page to page
See nothin but stuggles
I never knew no hustlers like my
Daddy and Mamma so I
Gotta drop my P's
But I think way back in the day now
When moms and pops had my back
They stayed down
And gave us a place to lay down
But then
Then when the wind blew in
They (?) with a crackpot
But lately it's keeping my people up
off the hinges
Can I get a witness baby
And I'm off the dope
Cause I'm gonna make me some
money my own
Somebody tell me now where we
went wrong
I'll bring my family back because they
long gone, it's on
Now pops don't even come around
But I know pops got problems
Thats why your little niggas still down
With cha
But it hurts to see a family taking a
beating
My sisters keep saying they hungry
[hungry]
Got to come up on some way to feed
em
Big (?) take take a ride slide down 71
callin welfare
When the cheque come mom she
hound everyone
So bang bang
Gotta get down for my thang
Swang with a my thugsters
Pump, we never did love ya
St. Claire struggler
Here your hustla baby

(Chorus x 2)
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life
It's been like this since I was born
Yes I can run but I can't hide
Gonna be like that until I'm gone
Drama always seems to find me, find
me, find me

(Verse 2)
I can't get away from all these dramas
surrounding me
Hounding me
Heavily coming down on me
Drama be pounding my brain
Calling my name
These demons they seem to be
following me
Come in all shapes and sizes
Enemies my friends it don't suprise me
I try to help niggas make better
But they ain't appreciate
niggas they rather stay back in the
ghetto
Well oh well
If thats how you want it nigga
Then go ahead
But don't f**k with me
I'm up in this bitch like Micahel
Jackson
I wish they'de leave me alone
Before I show the other side of me
Bang bang bang bang bang
Thats how it be
Nigga gonna get violent
But if my so-called ex friends wanna
try me
Bloody riot
Thats how we like it
You all invited
Get so heated you feel the
temperature rising
So heated we spit black flames
4-page article
On the police
Couldn't find that them bitches was
particles
For f**king with me
And I'm down to stand on the frontline
and get wild
One of the first to get up and get
down
Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside
me
And then when I finally snap nigga
out
F**k up your sister your daddy your
momma your brother
If he want some drama
C'mon c'mon c'mon.

(Chorus x 2)
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life
It's been like this since I was born
Yes I can run but I can't hide
Gonna be like that until I'm gone
Drama always seems to find me, find
me, find me

World war.

This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and
put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just
don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin'
enemies!

Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll.
Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you
wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its
real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run
from no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the big
guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some;
nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do
too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit
comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta
lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We
heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up.
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on.

World war.

Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to
bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun
and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle
that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some
tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin'
around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he
drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet,
but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in
command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that
look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he
run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if
it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole
cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold
on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it
first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for
war.

World War.

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, whats
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-

[Krayzie]
Man what the fuck is we gone do man?
Shit man I can't believe this shit man
Them motherfuckers done killed him
We got to ride for this nigga
On them old hoe ass niggas
I say we ride over right there right now
That's what I'm talking about let's roll

[verse 1]
As we delve through the mud and rain
Straight shots of Tangue ease the pain
As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain
Shit ain't the same niggas is dangerous
Buckin like it's the thang to bust
When I looked at my nigga fucked up
I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us
Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big fo-fo
But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow
You know what they say gotta go gotta go
What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well
When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride [for me]
On the niggas that did me killed me committed my homicide
Gather up after the funeral [posse up] and pull out all the big guns
Go through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin
How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die
So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge
And do it the same night they put me under
Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on
Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone

[chorus]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [nigga you never know when you gone die]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [ say never know when it could be you]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [they leave yo house and don't come back]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [this shit is real and oh so true]
[repeat]

[Fat Joe]
When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin
Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan
And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral
Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
Nigger I died in the car chase shot the place like the last scene in Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till
the day I die

[Big Pun]
I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la
Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai
Nigga fuck that I'ma keep hittin that
[Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that
You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood having laughs
Puff weed to clear my cataracts
Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance
But now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head
That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red

[Cuban Link]
Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin
Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion
My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune
While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman
Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up
Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah
Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell
I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself

[Krayzie]
Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs
I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone
Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid
Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's the meaning of this
Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit
So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer
So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin and duckin murder
Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray
Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill
Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real
But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped
Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock
Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin your own throat
But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes

[chorus]

Krayzie:
It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!

Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh,
uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in here now.
It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild.
Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And
then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance
floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we
beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they
be fuckin' with the thugs. Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody,
but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit
y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you should meet
us, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble,
give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't
matter. I got somethin' for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring
back thinkin' you can win. Fuck your friends. Everybody talk that shit, nigga.
Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it, and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million
bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody gon' get fucked
[fucked], fucked [fucked] up.

Flesh-n-Bone:
You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can
handle my business. I'm gonna finish, I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee.
Come, follow my profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta clock
cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug, don't test me block,
trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam. There's
five trues of mine. What am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play back in
the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me, baby. Whoo! We comin' to
really make y'all feel us. Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labelled me and my trues
black nigga killas. Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud,
and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck
if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
love.

Layzie Bone:
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high, smokin' weed all day. Ain't
got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone
Thug way. Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie, and all these
Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel us,
nigga, if you want. Ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw
shit. Fuck the law, shit, been screamin' it for years. Ain't no fear in my
heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And I got a grudge against the people that
judge, give 'em no mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muthafucka, shoot
that nigga. Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit that fire. We
don't need no water, let this muthafucka burn, baby, and I know they hate me,
say lately, Layzie actin' shady. Hey, it's the #1 Assassin [that's me], they
just can't understand. I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a
stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and
I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin'
drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in the club. Nigga, what?
Nigga, what? They sayin' that Bone was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin'
rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga.

Wish Bone:
Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a thug, that's how I
feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your fuckin' with us,
and we shootin' up the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone shit we
sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin' with us is
like fuckin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga, I
ain't the one. Ain't a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a little
change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man. Nine millimeter, come and
get some, get some. Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his
vest on. And you didn't want it to come to this, did you? Fuckin' with them
thugs: them niggas roll through. If you really want some, run [Krayzie: you
better run], fuckin' with thug niggas--run, run.

Krayzie:
Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready. Carry a
deadly machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth
and very eager to bury enemies. If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em, and
better go get 'em. We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter shit to sweep
the streets, make niggas retreat. That's heat. Now, I repeat: if you want some,
nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it
twisted, muthafucka. Run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. Still
stand in the Land with the slugs in gun in my hand. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,Wish,
and Flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and west. From back in the day,
we claimin' the thuggish ruggish--no need to change it. Now everybody a thug. If
you real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest
of them phonies. Fuck 'em, and yes, it's like that.

Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.

[Chorus] x2
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we thuggin’
Thuggin’ thuggin’ thuggin’ it’s the
way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we thuggin’
Thuggin’ thuggin’ thuggin’ till the day
I die

I done been around the world
And everywhere it be the same
songs
Niggas struggle daily got to survive
It’s worldwide
Even niggas in Paris and London be
hustlin’
Doin’ whatever to get the money
Nigga now the whole world flooded
with thugs [whole wide world]
But you got to keep it real if you
want to make it through it and live
Gotta make a promise to your kids
Gotta handle your business
Gotta get in it to win it and then you
gotta get up out I mean it
And thats real really
My thugs feel me put your fist up in
the air yeah
Nigga coming to the war and I'm a
meet you niggas there
Ready to rumble and I swear we
comin' from everywhere
Where my thugs where they at fuck
that
Nigga lets do in the enemy now
Terminate eliminate 'em
Takin' out the frustration
On the world get em back for the
playa hation
So come on we gotta roll
You wit me no
Gettin' ready for the war
Rob the rich, take some, give the
rest to the poor
We in total control
Make 'em feel the pain in 2 double 0
0
It's the end of the road so what you
gonna do
I'm a ride you could die if you want
to
But all them real folks come on move
get your suits on boots on
Keep troopin' on [give it up]

TH UG UG, thats what we be
Across the nation
Pump the fist
And get ready for this occasion
Nigga better fade on
Bone wanna see vic-tor-y
Y'all niggas better roll with this cause
we splittin' em
Fuck that we witnessed em
Thats thug mentality

[Chorus]

Nigga thug if you wanna be a thug
Nigga thug if you got to
Throw it up keep it in the air
screamin' out
Thug thug thug thug thuggin' till the
day I die
What am I
If you look into my eyes
You'll truly find
No kind
Like I'm
Gemini got to control both sides
[sides]
My lordy lord
Maintain, hard cause I'm a soldier at
war
Steady runnin' with the weapon
'Cause it still aint gettin' better
I figured it out
It's all real if it ain't then it ain't right
Come on if you wanna feel the thug
love
And it's real
We got the real thing baby
I’d hate to burn ya, learn ya
Stay out if it don't concern ya
You don't really wanna get involved
with the murda
But shit if you want it you got it [We
bringin it]
It don't stop
We gon' pop shots still to the double
glock glock
Nigga takin' no shorts no losses man
Yes these days its still the same
Like got to make that money man
Bang gotta get down for my thang
And I do it so smooth
When I stalk and gat fools
Walkin' jack moves
Keeping 'em on the run witta me
shotgun
Bottom line it’s on
Y'all cant fuck with the thuggish
ruggish thuggish bone bone bone
bone
Thats thug mentality

[Chorus]

Where my Detroit thugs
Cincinnati thugs
Where my Columbus thugs My
Chicago thugs

Where the fuck my New York thugs
Where the fuck my Texas thugs
My Kansas City thugs
Where my Milwaukee thugs
My Colorado thugs
Where my St. Louis thugs
Where my Atlanta thugs
My Alabama thugs
My New Orleans thugs
Where my Miami thugs
Where my Jamacian thugs
My California thugs
My Arizona thugs
My New Mexico thugs
My Puerto Rico thugs
Cleveland's definitely in the house [in
the house in the house]

-Refrain-
Buck, Buck! Buck! Where my thugs at? Where my thugs at! Where the fuck my thugs
at?{shots throughout}
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war! Are you ready for war? Gotta be
ready for war
Krayzie
Foward, march! Pull out your weapon; aim directly for the heart/ Buck the brain
and make sure everything stop
And listen to the shells drop{sounds} As we steady poppin' round after round
off, trumpets fade around us
Runnin thru the muthafuckin' mud and rain
Niggas' on a mission
Shirt full of blood
stains, but I'm still livin', cuz I got the will and the skills to
make it out the killin' fields alive and killin' still
This the type of shit I
make you want
Got our suits on, knowin' and willin' to
die with our boots on
Dressed in fatigues
This is real, we ain't no actors
We don't wear this shit for no fashion
You'll see how real it is when we start blastin'
Fake niggas always shoot real
blanks; we in the steel tanks
If this was real
they'd probably crumble
How you come to rumble when you scared of what's in the
jungle, nigga? Why you tell them people
you was killas? I put this on my dead thugs
When they jump we gon' tear it up
Torpedo one, bomb torpedo two to see the
destruction/ Military-minded/ So we will win/ Strategize, that's all I am
fuckin' about is strategies/ It's all about reality
And nigga, that's me{shots throughout}

Chorus

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the (pin the...)situation
Makin' sure the
enemies weak before we invade 'em
Then we break 'em (He broke, broke, broke...) Organization is a factor, comin'
from "The Warrior" slash "The Mad Rapper"
Makin' pushes, jump out the bushes, troopers attack
And the heads of these adversaries
Bring 'em back to me
If you scared, you the first nigga dead, and the field is gettin' deeper Drama
gettin' thicker, so I pull my pistol quicker
Kill 'em all if they're not on your team
But watch out for the spies tryin' to
infiltrate the scene
Know what I mean?
We headed for the justice center; free all the convicts, and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and let's get
rid of the law, of course; Voluntarily or by force
This shit just goes on and
on/ It don't stop until they
body rott, and they casket drop
In the W-A-R
We are the mighty, the mighty,
the mighty-mighty warriors ready(warrior...)
If they spittin', we gon' send 'em bitches slugs back
It's like that, buck,
buck, buck, buck

Chorus

Thugs, everywhere you go you see 'em
Niggas wanna be 'em
Meet the real
thuggish ruggish niggas out of Cleveland
The wasteland warriors, wild
Execution style
Find your body smellin' foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality
Got to keep my mental sharper than a pencil
Got bullets in the clip thou, and
you endangered if you anger me, nigga
You'll meet the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close
I'll blow your fuckin' head right off your shoulders
Cuz everything to me is war
I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before I'm captured
(Fuck that) Fuckin' with these muthafuckers down to the last clip
Remember the casualties
Dearly departed
Keep poppin' at
these coppers, and we'll drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, your killa's deceased
Where my thugs at? Buck, buck!
Get 'em up so I can see 'em, yeah {shots}

Chorus

We are ready for war...

And it makes me see every puff that I
breath
Blowin herbs and leaves would ease
the World (2x)
Bud smokaz only reefer really makes
ya happy don't it? (8x)

Verse 1:
We smokin budda...come again we
smokin budda
me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya
me feelin that blunt so don't let that
budda fool ya
puff on the hoota...come again puff
on this hoota
sit back relax and let the budda sooth
ya
and when they ask who you can tell
'em Krayzie schooled ya
puff on the hoota, but first me gotta
get with me friends
so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna
spend all my ends
on the budda, come and get me
shunnin a blunt my friend
so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll
put in the ends
on the budda budda
we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke
it hand it back to ya
that budda

Bridge:
So high(Now how high can you go?)
(6x)

Verse 2:
L.A. gotta get my connections, I been
stressin on this airplane
I was just thinkin of crashin, now
them sess gotta be relaxin'
smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we
won't spend no money
them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't
fuckin' with ya
y'all give me that, don't want that,
don't give me that want no stressin

no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-
nay-a)
reefer really makes me happy, and it
makes me see
every puff that I breath blowin herbs
and leaves would ease that world
I done been to the other side, I seen
London and Paris
niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta
go find mary-jane's
world-wide, so why, is it such a
crime?
hey, everybody should be gettin high
so, Mr. weed man, you know we
lookin for the trees with no seedsly
(Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we
need to know if you can show me,
the nigga with the weedy (but can he,
can he, can he?)

Intro
(Leatherface...Deadly Whispers...((?))
you're gonna die here, y'know? (The Widow-maker) Knieght Rieduz
(Knieght Rieduz) There's no escaping the Knieght Rieduz
Knieght 1- Shhh
Hey, I be pirate they call Shhh {laughing} You wanna walk the plank?
C'mon, I'll make you walk the plank/ Aiming point-blank range,
Buckin' up brain, what a bloody bloody scene, make the old lady scream, "Oh, no!

I don't believe it" But you seen it redrum murder, baby/ All they saw was the
shadows of the dark
So they can't tell the law/ Ha, ha, ha! Fuck 'em!
Knieght 2
Even in the rain, like to see the head pop when they heart stop; Drop
Knieght 1- Shhh
As they pulse begins to weakin'; complications with their breathin'
And I'll step on they neck while they wheezin'/ Comin' from the underland
Pirates, understand we are unidentified; 1st of our kind/ Knieght Rieduz roll,
vroom, vroom, vroom
All the pirates on the ships-n-the witches on the brooms
And manic, and manic, and manic; it must be magic {laughing}
We move only when the moonlight guides us/ When the sun rises, you will not find
us
We will not exist/ Disappear from the faces of the earth, but when the clock
strikes 12{clock ring}
all Hell breaks loose (Tell 'em right...Tell 'em)We are the people
under the floors and we will kill you/ Dressed in black, my name is Shhh
And I shall speak no more (no more)
Knieght 3 - Deadly Whispers
Bewildered by the mere sight of us/ Mind twisted; Shook-up
Should'na never missed that bus/ Danger closing in on all sides
You only get one chance, you better take it/ Run, hide
Appeared from outta nowhere/ No trace to be found/ We come and we go
Without even a sound/ One in hand, I am he; Deadly whispers, cutting throu my
crane
like the sharpest of scissors/ More or less showin' you all no pity
And you women have the audacity to tell you body with these sexual tendencies
It couldn't happen even in your wildest fantasies
I'm not gonna pass out when I'm throu...
-Refrain-
Knieght Rieduz here we go...({roars} We want your blood)
Krayzie
Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face-n-the muthafuckin' Knieght Rieduz.
Thugline, nigga. These muthafuckers pirates
And I'm the muthafuckin' thug. So I guess that make me a muthafuckin' thug
pirate...
Pull out your pump/ I'm ready to buck (Buck, buck, buck)
I know it's like that when I be fuckin' with these Knieght Rieduz
Them niggas be always in some type of violence
That's why I signed 'em; Nigga was lookin' for soldiers/ And I never seen no
people like these; they ain't your ordinary
As a matter of fact; check out the rap, they kinda scary/ Night time is where
they
come from, but I ain't seen these niggas in the day time
Not once/ Something fishy/ It's like they don't exist/ Nigga never saw they
faces
I just liked the shit they makin'/ And when we roll
Niggas be lookin' surprised becauze of the way they dress
And they mysterious eyes; hypnotize you, My Knieght Rieduz/ Put on my leather
face
when I want to play with the pirates
-Refrain-
(Comin' just for you {laughing} Oh, We want your blood {laughing}
Knieght 4 - The Widowmaker
I suggest you pack your bags and haul ass if you can
{bird screaches} Be gone by nightfall, and don't look back Oh, how tragic!
Them chose not to roll so they got rolled over/ Now them all alone full of
bulletholes
Turn his lights off indefinitely/ You're nothing more than a puff of smoke
Erased from everyone's memory; You're next to be embalmed
You're no longer a part of the human race/You become a corpse and you're lost in
total darkness
For those who blaspheme my name; Call the coroner/ Won't rest until them all
inside a grave
-Refrain-
Caught 'em {laughing} Oh, Knieght Rieduz (coming just for spite)
Outro
One, two, here we come for you/ Three, four, we takin' over the world
Five, six, you have no time to repent/ Seven, eight, Anti-Saint
Nine, Ten, the sun has set fallin' into the underland

Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Load up your shit and get in the car [Come on, come on, come on.]. Come down to
ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim
they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin'
anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin'
'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's
the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So
yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard
em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you. But no
matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'.
Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's
static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure
ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we
can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die.
Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got
somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he
ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so
they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you,
exactly at you.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob
me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I stay
alarmed and be alert. Whether you're goin' to play or work, make sure you got
you pistol first--be ready to burst. Hesitation could bring up a fucked up
situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. So
if you spot him--blast. Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me
and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. So,
what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with, and nigga that be
this muthafuckin' thug shit. We love this--probably gon' die because of it. Fuck
it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important. Hey, we
livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. You gon' rest in peace; it
don't get no greater. Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go
pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war,
yeah. I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. I can't afford to
roll with bustas, 'cause I'm really tryin' win it [I'm really tryin' to win
it.]. We fightin' to be victorious [victorious]. Witness the story of [story of]
this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior [warrior]. If you hear any nigga
move--shoot. Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you. So soldier, pick up you
boots and move. Runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. Just like
I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Krayzie
I'm representin' muthafuckin' Thugline nigga, in 1999/ You muthafuckers wanna
find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga?
Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ Now we're the real thugs
-Refrain-
This how we livin' these days (And this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ And
that one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)
Krayzie
Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ You feelin'
me?
These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; Everybody your enemy/ These days, it's
every nigga for they self
Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ And
that's why
these days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ Tell 'em, these days
You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ And these days, no tellin' when
you'll meet your coffin
I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ Don't trip, shit
if you're rich, you're rich
Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ Grab your cash and split your
shit
These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ Unless you're ready to pull

your fo'-fo' and blow/ How come these days niggas wanna be the Don of the mob?
They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ These days
We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it's 1999, nigga....
-Refrain-
K-Mont
Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ I'm
the type to jump out your bushes and bust you
with the 30,30 You want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies
I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ The police all on my dick,
because they recognize a thug/ Nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ Until us thugs unite, it
ain't gon' never be no peace/ Niggas be goin' to
school with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ Picture the scenes
And screams and everybody runnin'/ Get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the
Son of the Lord is comin'
Asu
You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ Now I'm able to separate the
deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind
Niggas can't get none of mine/ Not even some of mine/ Just cuz you got on a
watch, nigga, don't mean you know the time
You stagnatin'/ You fags hatin' my motion/ From ocean to ocean, my magic potion
is devotion/ The nerve to hate what I
deserve to do wasn't a curse/ It was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
forgot to put on your blinker/ R.W.I.: rollin' while
infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my Masters/ Y'all done agitated disaster,
and at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with
my heart and soul/ It's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ Don't become the one I
fold like a lawnchair/ You shouldn't have
gone there/ What's the deal with the long stares? What's the purpose, jokers on
earth surface to surface, and any problem is
handled with same-day service? Come on, come on, come on...
-Refrain-
Bam
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our
spot/ Gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ Point of survival/ Let's
get points with real niggas lives/ But you only see
raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ Nowadays all bustas wanna
thug like me
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ Execution style to gristle/ From
the chair, heard 'em
whistle for my nigga/ Mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the
bigger balls
Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ Broke him off in
the midnight
I spared his life I said this shit is tight
-Refrain-

[Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced
gunfire. Utterance of pain.]

Pump your fists if you're with me.
Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. Hut one, yeah.
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .

The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to
die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty
ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this.
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with
attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We
don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get
us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can
surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked
coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast,
no [Not me.]. Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you
can be killed.

Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact.
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I
repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda
murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the
graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to
break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda
and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth
to carry me home, me home.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be
killed.

Intro
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
-Refrain-
So if these muthafuckers want to see your nuts, show your nuts/ Let the slugs
bust, shoot the club up
(These niggas scandalous, scandalous/ Good thing we packin, packin)
Krayzie
Tonight, we goin' out to the club/ We about ten-deep/ Everybody looked thugged
out, fucked up
Park the car, smoke a lil' more/ We drink a little more/ Niggas, somehow we get
the mentality;
Fuck everybody/ We come here to party, but I know somebody gon' try me-n-keep my
temperature
uprisin'/ Anyway nigga, we straight to the V.I.P/ Excuse me, we need some
hennessey/ While my
niggas is rollin' the sticky/ Puff-puff-pass it-pass it back quickly/ That's
when I heard the record skip
(They fightin') Security sprayed they mase/ Thru all the commotion some nigga
jumped right out the car
Ran up in my face/ Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him
Took his ass to the floor/ Now here comes some more/ Now we got a war goin' on
Tryin' to get back out the door/ And we got our backs against the wall/ Naw, We
don't plan to fall
Y'all, cuz we did not get searched/ We all got pistols in our drawers
-Refrain-
Krayzie
We heard a shot, Shit! Them niggas, my niggas we dropped down to the pavement
Bass from the D.J. went blank/ Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out
this place/ I pulled out my gun
Like Double-0-7; rolled under the table/ Unload, reload/ Every muthafucker in
the club folded up
on the floor/ Niggas was rootin', tootin', shootin'/ Security been ran up out
the club/ Hardly anybody
left but thugs, we drunk as fuck; finna shoot this muthafucker up/ Niggas was
runnin' up
on us like they been waitin' for this shit to happen (What's happenin'?) For me
to get caught in a club riot
But my thugs tight/ And I can't believe this shit; nigga caught up in the middle
of a warzone
(The warzone) but nigga if you know a Bone then you know that we get down with
the dirty with
the chrome; never leave it home/ Put it to your dome and I let it go/ Can't let
these niggas run up
on me/ They bitches/ I put another clip in/ Unload some more; keep spittin'/ I
never can understand
If security's got the door then why so many niggas in here got guns? And I can
testify that cuz
I just shot one/ Good thing, nigga packed that vest and my weapon (weapon)
Cuz I'd sure take a strippin' if a nigga caught me slippin' without no
protection
-Refrain-

-Refrain-
Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/
Rising above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ They
cough as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ Done played out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day cuz
Satan was tryin'
Walkin' too close by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
lose/ No cryin'
Where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough/ All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, we'll get our chance
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more love/ But, yet,
and still
Slugs gets fired off constantly/ Immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just
ignore it though
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow
-Refrain-
Krayzie
As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to hear noises
comin' from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the
indo?
Then cuz I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, "Who goes
there?
What the fuck you want?" Cuz I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
down, You on my ground
So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
was to blast
But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and
paniced
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I
could hear the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, lock myself
in, the clip is in / Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured when they
twisted it
The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the niggas up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
then I look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I think I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back
around I say we
show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
grave/ Rest In Peace
you're not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...
-Refrain-
Tombstone
Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
the race
Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All backwards/ It's
shelled/ The killin' factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his head
Oh well! You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ It's a shame
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I
take/ Makin' it easy
for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these
last days, but thanks
for the fun/ Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you tell them who you are
-Refrain-

Intro
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous...
-Refrain-
Niggas on the street don't sleep until we eat/ We won't ease up tonight...
Even if he knows we gotta pop 'em for the profit, we drop 'em/ They know they
gotta die, die, die
(Murda mo, kill some more...Nigga won't ease up tonight)
All my niggas best get that cash, until the cash we won't ease up tonight
Even if he knows we gotta pop 'em for the profit, we drop 'em/ They know they
gotta die, die, die
(Murda mo, kill some more...)
Krayzie
Whoa! So move/ Need money, we gotta get money for food on the table for feedin'
the young ones/ We're stealin', strugglin'
And thuggin'; bread crumbs inside of dope rocks of dummies and dum-dums/ We
sittin' back and purchasin' and more or
whether we mobbin' to stick up a store, finna to get us some dough/ My nigga's
desperate/ We ain't ate shit since yesterday
But we got a guage with plenty shells/ I'm smellin' money, cash money (money,
money) First brother we see, we rush him
Buck him, don't give him a chance to reach all up under his seat/ Now, what if
he pull out some heat? Shit (shit) then we
really got to kill him/ Ain't even worth it my nigga; give up the dough/ Don't
flex/ My nigga don't try to be no hero
And be glad we only shot you in your legs (your legs) Could have been your head/
Now what if that there victim was me
Gettin' robbed by these niggas that we used to be? I'd be muthafuckin' dead.
-Refrain-
Krayzie
You know what to do; run up on them police/ We never did love them/ Muthafucker,
we buck 'em/ We lucky they die
Pull your millimeter, get yours; we bump 'em/ We kill 'em all until we rise/ Ya
feelin' me? Pick up your shit nigga
You niggas is realer than realer, than realer, than realer, than realer/ And
most of them niggas you rollin' with, them niggas hoes
And I'm knowin' this/ Pop off the revolution/ Nigga, we go when you come/ Tryin'
to join us in battle and victory, goin' out in
history/ This ain't no mystery/ Fuck 'em, Let the law end, cuz we simply get the
raw end/ Coffins open; dump 'em all in
We got a gun on the po-po/ When we finished they get trippin' no more/ Get ready
be one of the show-offs, so my troop has
got somethin' to hope for/ When we rumble/ Cracker's collide/ Now we lock up
with the enemy/ What that guy did to me is
crude and rude and don't give a fuck about rules/ We done nothin' but schooled/
Been runnin' the streets too long
We know every corner, cut, and alley/ So when you're patrollin' don't pull over
the wrong caddy/ Never knowin' what's on
our minds, our minds/ We're steadily bustin' at these po-po for the hardtimes
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Money, money, shit don't be funny when you got no money, money/ Bein' rich is
the shit cuz you live so lovely, lovely
Never have to worry about where you gon' sleep or be hungry..but that's only if
you got money...(Ooooh, ooh-ooh)
If money makes me richer, than I'll be a killer, killer (Ooooh, ooh-ooh) If
money makes me richer, than I'll be a killer...
-Refrain-

[No lyrics]

Mariah [with Krayzie]:

No matter what, baby.
[Don't matter . . .]
No matter what people say
[Don't matter what they say . . .]
I'm gonna believe we can still be together.

Mariah:

Baby, I still believe [I still believe],
and it's more than my imagination--
it's so real--I know we're gonna be together [I'm gonna believe we can still be together].

Krayzie:

If you still believe [still believe],
then you will find everything you're searching for--maybe more.

Mariah:

But, boy, you seem to be lost in uncertainty.
But when you wake up you will know you never should have let it go.

Krayzie:

Believe me, my feeling has always been sure.
I just wasn't too certain that yours were legitimate, genuine, really the Real McCoy.

Mariah:

And after all this time
you look into my eyes
and everything is still the same--my love for you won't fade away.
Baby, I still believe [I still believe],
and it's more than my imagination--
it's so real--I know we're gonna be together.
Baby, I had a dream,
and it's more than my imagination,
because I still believe we belong together.

Krayzie:

I'm still a believer of this,
so stop, just listen and look into my eyes.
I want you to visualize and realize.
They say that it never been too easy
being Krayzie Bone. Temptations I'm battlin', with their persuasion, rattlin' in my brain.
Won't go insane--
I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie, cause I still maintain.
But we gotta struggle through all of them hard times,
but I gotta tell ya, peace and happiness is hard to find.
Come on! We can get there!
And I'm tryin to make excuses or reasons,
but these demons got me seein' things that's really been misleadin' me.
But maybe that's just my life. And maybe I'm just a thug,
cold-hearted, but I can feel the love.
Just keep the faith and don't break it,
shake all them fakers and haters,
and ask me then, 'Will we make it?'
I'll say 'Yea, uh-uh.'
You got to believe it. You got to believe it.

Mariah:

Baby, I still believe,
and it's more than my imagination--
it's so real--I know we're gonna be together [you know, you know].
Baby, I had a dream,
and it's more than my imagination [Baby, I believe]
because I still believe we belong together.

[Krayzie: Don't matter . . . don't matter what they say . . . I still believe it.]


If you want to view paradise.(if you want)
Think about our lovin', baby.(to view it)
Nothing could be closer to it. (until come)
If we don't believe, we'll lose it. (lets do it)

Krayzie:

C'mon. C'mon. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
If you can believe I can take you there,
c'mon and get down with the thug love that's in the air.
And ain't no reason, reason,
reason to stop your believin', -leavin'.
Stay real and I'ma stay real right back.
You know what I'm gettin' at,
you know the song:
gotta get control, and roll, roll, roll on.
I still believe in keepin' it real enough to achieve it.
I still believe simply just 'cause I still believe it. I believe it.

Mariah:

Baby, I still believe,
and it's more than my imagination--
it's so real--I know [I know we will, I know we will.] we're gonna be together.
Baby, I had a dream and it's more than my imagination,
because [because I still believe, in love again, my love] I still believe we belong together.
[And I still believe, see it's more than my imagination, i have a dream].

With Krayzie:

No matter what, baby. [Don't matter what . . .]No matter what people say
[Don't matter what they say . . .] I'm gonna believe we can still be together. Baby, I . . .

E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What?
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It’s the end of the world and still niggas ain’t got no satisfaction (We can’t
get no...)
It’s the end of the world, muthafuckers ain’t got no satisfaction (satisfaction)

-Refrain-
We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ Nigga, man, niggas hate
you/ Fuck 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don’t
really know when we gon' die/ Shit, most
niggas don’t know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
can’t pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
E-40
You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
she got arthritis/ My neighbor caught hepatitis
from a simple yawn/ They say it's airborne/ We ain’t got no street lights; they
all broken; just take a trip throu Vallejo
Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do?) They found him dead in the
trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
doin' dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
been tryin' to paper-chase
-Refrain-
Gangsta Boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain’t nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
baby/ I’m still the same, baby
Lady's gotta make it, I can’t be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,
always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
Now I know you hate me, cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby/ I’m with whatever
that pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
Be with it, so what the fuck? I’ll see you at the end of the year, so good
luck...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it’s almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
at all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
they got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
hustle like you hungry for your paper...
These days only ways that pays can save you/ Livin' your life is like a task, if
you ain’t got the cash/ Nigga, mad at the world
as I put my mask over my face, and I grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in
the bag/ I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop
And take it as a loss and chalk it/ Now you can take your life and keep on
walkin' (Just keep on walkin') or be killed for tryin'
to deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for niggas in the
hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga, me livin' raw mentality war/ So paranoia got me sleepin'
on the floor, watchin' the door
This no-win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die/ And anyway you go,
we won't make it/ No way to shake your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
-Refrain-
E-40
That's real. You undersmell me? Suckers do what they can; playas do what they
want, dig it? Charlie Hustle, everytime up in
your talk. Yeah, face it. Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like
this. This how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it
nigga? Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me?
We starvin'. You undersmell me nigga?
Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
nigg...

...And burn, 'cause you wanna smoke and burn.
(Up in the clouds-Beauty surrounds me...)
(Krayzie-Lost in the smoke that mighty reefer)
Do what you wanna, smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
I said you gotta smoke and burn of chronic, ganja....
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke.)
I've got to get higher, higher, higher...
(Roll it up, light it up, take a puff, pass)
I'll share with you my herb,
I'm about to choke on ganja.
(Keep on smokin', smokin'.......)

So, if you want to come along,
We can load and double hit from my water bong to get higher,
higher, higher........
(Yeah, don't let that buddah fool ya)

Smoke and burn, 'cause you wanna smoke and burn
(background-Beauty surrons me)
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
Do what you want to, smoke and burn
I said you gotta smoke and burn of chronic, gangja.........
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher, higher, higher
(Keep on smokin', smokin'.....)

Quarter, pass once and it'll all be gone,
twenty-fourth to the fifth
(Why do I stay high?)
It's 1999, it's time to open your eyes and arise
See there's hope from above
(Why do I stay high?)
Don't stop because they ask you to be civilised
(Why do I stay high)
It's your freedom of speech and the right to be free
(Why do I stay high?)
Peace goin' out to Bob Marley
Bone thug-n-harmony
(Why do I stay high?)
2Pac, Eazy, Biggie
Biggie everybody....
(So high, so high)

Smoke and burn,
'cause you wanna smoke and burn
(Background-Beauty surronds me....)
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
Do what you wanna, smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
I said you gotta smoke and burn of chronic, ganja.....
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
I've got to get higher, higher, higher....
(Keep on smokin', smokin')

Roast, smoke, toke, choke
Pull out some indo
(background-Heavenly hosts of angels above.....)
(I said I can take you higher)
Roast, smoke, toke, choke
We can all go and get some
(background-....birds aflight,singin' of love)
(All we need is weed and fire)
But if you really wanna ride with me,
(And you know we got some, got some)
Y'all can go and try, you see
(You should come and smoke some, smoke some)
But it's okay, it's all right
If you got to get high'
(Ain't nothin' wrong, Stay high)

Smoke and burn, 'cause you wanna smoke and burn.
(background-Beauty surronds me...)
(Lost in the smoke mighty reefer)
I said you gotta smoke and burn of chronic, ganja...
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher, higher, higher.....
(Keep on smokin', smokin'...Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up...)

I've gotta get away for awhile to ease my head
Toke another blunt to get blunted
Already high
(Gotta get away P.O.D'd P.O.D'd)
I feel so lonely....
(We can erase that from your mind)
....and empty ever since he left me...
(Set yourself free and just get high)
...so I just toke till I choke
Comeon. Roll, roll
Let's get stoned......
(Sit back and let your mind just flow)
.........for awhile
They'll say I'll run from my problems and i'm hidin' from my head...
(Can't run, can't run......)
The higher I get, the further I get away)
....Actin' crazy
Well, it maybe
I tell it wrong
But it's my story told
How I've got to get higher higher higher
(...lifted, lifted, lifted...)
I've gotten higher, higher, higher
(...driftin', driftin', driftin'...)
I've gotten so high
I've gone straight
(...listen, listen, we got to, got to...)

Smoke and burn
'cause you wanna smoke and burn
(background-Beauty surronds me...)
(Lost in the smoke that mighty reefer)
Do what you wanna, smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefer)
I said you gotta smoke and burn...
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke...)

-Refrain-
I got the power (power...) Power to the people; We the people, got the power,
let's ride
Krayzie
A nigga be humble but I'm down for mine/ Don't give me no static-n-You and I can
be fine;
I may be quiet; Believe me, I get violent/ You ready for war then grab your shit
and come on
Its' already jumpin', so we can just run in and start buckin'/ Fuck tha police
Now, let that be the reason/ You meet the heated 9-milli/ Cease to breathin'/
The glock shot the cop
Body rott/ Fuck 'em, grab his shotgun and cuff 'em, and dump his ass in the
river and let it splash
Do the shit/ Smooth, oil every slick move, but don't nobody know, but I know
that nigga fish food
So if you ready for the po-po to die, then put one hand up in the air, the other
hand on your 9
And say, "Yeah, yeah!" Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...Let me hear you
say
"Yeah, hell yeah!" Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
Thug Queen and Krayzie
God is so passionate and hears the cries of the needy (needy) Devils' greedy
(greedy) They get
you high (so high) before they feed you (feed you) Power to the people that
wanted to beat you
and mistreat you/ And at the same time have a smile when they greet you (greet
you)
Could never be equal/ We are revelation angels (angels) Change, cuz no matter
how hard you try
you can't erase us or replace us (erase us or replace us) Keep your eyes posted
high into the sky
It's your life, the fragile prize for provin' that black lives'll rise and fall
becauze of God
The tune is playin'/ Black women and black men, it's not to late to repent your
sin (sin)
Krayzie
You better stop, duck down, down, down (Pay attention; listen) What's that
sound? AK-47, nigga
Better hit the ground, so you better...you better stop , duck down, down, down
(Pay attention; listen)
What's that sound? AK-47, nigga so you better hit the ground...I think I got the
power that can take
over the world, you see? Look, I'm tryin' to live forever with my destiny
(destiny) Man, I'm tryin' to
start some shit/ A nigga deep into this army shit/ And if you feel it, you can
march to this
We got a million thugs, strong stompin'/ I'm ready to pump, pump, pump, pump and
dump the enemies
in the trunk, fuck 'em/ Hey, I heard they got a plan to try to kill us all/
Niggas get the mark of the beast
Disturbin' the peace/ But at least we know they doin' dirty, I'm keepin' the
30-30 close, so don't worry
We get with the static in a hurry
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Come on, what, what, what would you do, would you do, would you do if the end of
the world
came and it was real (real) And to know that you'll be dyin' soon (soon, soon)
Armageddon's comin' for you and for me, can't you see (see)
-Hook-
Get your pump...You can get your pump...
-Refrain-

{Prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}
Intro
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
-Refrain-
That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (Pain) So much
pain...
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
Krayzie
Come, follow me now back in the day/ We still was thuggin', nothin' changed/
Always into
somethin', whatever, you name it/ Young thug with my niggas is one love/ Lil'
bad-ass niggas
Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene, but you
can believe I was in
the picture, in the mixture/ Sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/
I'm lackin' everything you
can imagine so I'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give
me a chance
I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) When times get harder and
harder, my dreams got
further and further away/ And nigga, I chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to
save my life/ So now
I'm thuggin' on this corner/ I gotta increase my financial status/ I chanced it,
fuckin' with these rollers
When they roll up/ Yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but I also can't take
strippings
And be broke with no mail/ Oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier
But to me it only got deeper and deeper...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; Caught wit a 12 gauge/
Tryin' to come up with
some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ Could've been my niggas fate/ Fuckin'
with shotguns
We out to rob some niggas/ I'm drunk/ I'm pumped/ I made a mistake and popped
him
Now he bleedin', I see blood/ Damn, get to the doctor/ Nigga, don't rest in
peace/ Doctor's took him
to emergency/ Coppers came and arrested me/ Not knowin' if my nigga had made it
alive and was
well, I tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ Praise to
the Lord, and I hope
you hear me, and I hope you feel me/ I didn't mean to, really, really/ I didn't
mean it/ I know you seen
it/ I finally spoke to my nigga/ He lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no
charges/ Wait, the state
done picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month, fuck/ And the judge ain't
tryin' to give me no love
Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a
thug)
So now I'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ Ain't no
fun...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Now I'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my
sentence/ Now I can say
that I've been here, but I sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ The day they
release me I'm goin'
home/ I can cope, but I can't adjust/ These fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/
My last month
I'm ready to move out, I'm sure/ Stay on the low; I listen to thug stories and
be trippin' on niggas
love stories/ I'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ Heard 'em call out my
name; 2-50-2-2-58
"Pack up your shit. It's your day" Jumped out my bunk/ Give all my shit to my
niggas/ In fact,
I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/ I'm on the streets now/
Scene unchanged
Niggas still the same/ I ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz I'm tryin' to make a
change/ I got with the real
dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ So we had to chill on y'all/ Get
out of Cleveland
If we planned to achieve it/ So we planned it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we
leavin'...
-Refrain-

Krayzie Bone
The time has come...Let us unite...Mo!
Thug Queen
My heavenly father's children (Felecia My heavenly father) the time has come for
judgement/ Armageddon/ False prophets
never blend in/ For we are revelation angels descending for our sins (KB My
Lordy-Lord) No need to pretend
For providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/
Babylon the Great, has fallen
Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin' that their Lord is callin'/
Bless these seeds of the Almighty.
(So much hostility installed in me) Destination of the infamous (burn eternally)
Bless these seeds of the Almighty
(So much hostility installed in). Destination of any earth(burn eternally)
Krayzie
Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Oh, look what we've done, what
have we brung?
Souljah Boy
It's Armageddon/ Pay attention/ You better recognize, the end is comin'
You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die cuz I can see and I can feel it/ It's
all in my bones
And ain't no tellin' when you livin', you're dead and gone, but strong
We come through this war/ I thought you knew it's over/ We recruit, they loot
and loot
You better be prepared to shoot/ So look out boy (And it's really comin') Uh-oh,
uh-oh
Krayzie
No no, not no evil system/ Armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey, tell me where you runnin' too, cuz when I find youYou're marked by the
beast
So you're not a surviver/ So it's time to die, kiss ourselves good-bye/ The
whole world
bites the dust, couldn't live; we're corrupted up
Souljah Boy
Enough, get up and get yourself together/ Get your kids
Cuz they rebellin', got to learn 'em the lesson/ It's tough, you're brought
Caught up in your own web/ And it's your fault, got no pulse/ Armageddon
'bout havin' you broke off, but, still you don't wanna learn, learn
(Standin' too) close to that fire, get burned, burned
Krayzie
Murda is comin' to get us (believe it) Can see it in front of your face
(You can feel it) I hear all the screamin'/ The vision of killin' us, swiftly
finna get rid of
us wicked ones/ It's the end of the world/ Puttin' us all in a coffin/ But y'all
don't be
feelin' me now? How silly can we be? It's judgement day as we speak (speak)
And there ain't no other road (No!) Death is the only way to go, slow
Murda is comin' to get us, split us, all within time/ Armageddon...
-Refrain (Felecia)-
Armageddon (armageddon) The end is comin'(The end is comin')
You better get ready(You better get ready) Oh, Armageddon(Armageddon)
Krayzie
Armageddon/ Destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways
Killin' you, everybody, see? Did anybody pray? But it's much too late
If you have not been chose on Judgement Day/ Bloody fate/ And you can't say
"Wait!" Can you imagine? See, your life can end and I mean your life's
just flashin' (Poof!) Gon' do, gon' do? You gon' live the rest of your life
Or do you wan' die with the rest of your life, life? Somebody callin' me
Tellin' me, "You better get up, the end is comin'! It's comin'!" They comin'!"
Yes!"And I mean it!" I know it, I know it's near!" Look here, ha! You ain't
tryin'
to be outside when the sun no longer shine, that's right, that's right
That's right/ And look at you burn, we're lost/ Fallin' from the ground
Law-free are, we are freedom from the po-po/ We don't need 'em no more
And I hope you catch the first blow
Souljah Boy
I'm givin' much praise to the Lord above me/ No one could
change that/ I'm knowin' the difference between life and death and why you lie
back?
Gimme your life and live forever/ Who put you all on that level? Cuz the life
will be nice
Souljah Boy will do you better/ Never put anything before your children
Honor your mother or father, you're gonna live forever in the Kingdom Peace
The Maker; he got somethin' for us/ He gave us life, y'all
And he's gonna have to destroy it, gotta make it right
-Refrain-
Mo! Hart
And there shall be great earthquakes
and the sun becomes as black as sack cloth and the moon as blood.
And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth, even as a fig tree
casts her untimely figs when she is shaken of the mighty wind. And the heavens
the heavens will depart as a scroll when it is rolled together.
And every mountain and island will move out of their places.
And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men
and the ship captains, and the mighty men, and every bond-man
and every free man shall hide themselves in the dens and in the
rocks of the mountains. And shall say to the mountain and the rocks,
"Fall on us, fall on us and hide us from the face of him that sit
upon the throne and from the wrath of the lamb, for the great day
of his wrath has come" And who shall be able to stand? Who shall
be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand?

Krayzie:
Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill
'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill
'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,
murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,
die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.

Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.
Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'
that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran
with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in
the river. So many, better serve ?m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,
they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's
keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my
dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the
fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'
with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead
wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the
playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.

Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim
my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My
thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.

Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore
up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [?in?yin? flip up my mind.
Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're
deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you
[you] gotta nine, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot
'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while
they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.
Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.
Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to
pull the trigger on a nigga, but i? really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,
pop, steady murder them po-po now.

High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].
Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my
shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run
[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun
[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,
and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.
You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.,BR> Murder, mo
murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.

We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.
Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the
tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row
dawg, the clique.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.
Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,
murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo
murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,
mo, mo, mo?

Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',
tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put
'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a
coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll....] Rollin' with the
St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the
St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.
Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair
way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.

Intro(Bob Marley)
Within 2000 years Christ shall return "and when I return I goin' to be king of
kings...
Marley Brothers
That's rev...that's rev...that's rev...that's rev...
Krayzie Get up...my soldiers, ride...
Bob Marley
Revolution in my heart/ Oh, they tearin' us apart/ We been wastin' so much time/
Revolution on
my mind/ Everyday problems in the world they maximize/ Now tell me how much
blood must be shed, oh realize things
And times get drastic; A revolution is the only way/ Stop this internal warfare,
yeah...
Marley Brothers That's rev...That's for the revolution {repeatedly}
Bob Marley Roll in a bomb-drop cry...Soldiers all positions.
Krayzie
I wanna talk about a revolution/ Should we talk about a revolution, a
revolution? Come on, I think it's time
It's already 1999/ This is real; we ready for revolution/ We said that we tired,
we ready tonight, and we gon' ride, ride, ride
With the warriors; We makin' a push on Babylon The Great, better hurry up/ We
doin' it like that; combat on contact
So the police get bombed back/ That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black/ As
we roll and we hit up the rest we chase
the police; we done flipped the script and set a new record/ We send 'em to
fire, to flames, we heat and we hot/ Cussin'
while they flossin' shots/ Marchin' double barrels buckin'/ Mark the target,
ain't for talkin'/ Squashin' every enemy walkin'
And bomb 'em/ We need to suit up in boots/ Recruit us some troops to start
mashin'/ I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off
I'm called off...
Bob Marley
Revolution on my mind(Krayzie Yeah) We been wastin' so much time/ Revolution in
my heart/ They been tearin' us apart
Everyday problems in the world they maximize/ And tell me how much blood must be
shed, oh realize things and times get
drastic/ A revolution is the only way/ Stop this internal warfare, yeah...
Marley Brothers That's rev...That's for the revolution {repeatedly}
Bob Marley Soldiers all positions...Green Beret cover formation....Roll in a
bomb-drop cry and bomb down that institution
Krayzie Get up...my soldiers, ride...
Marley Brothers That's rev...That's for the revolution {repeatedly}
Bob Marley Soldiers all positions...Green Beret cover formation