 -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...
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