World War Lyrics
Krayzie bone: Thug Mentality 1999
This is combat. I don't think these n****s really know. This s**t is for
Real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the f**k up, and
Put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just
Don't care, and f**k the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin'
N***a, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up b***h? We can roll.
Anybody wanna f**k with me? 'Cause I'm down to f**k back with you. What you
Wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause it's
Real--f**k 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? N***a, we never ever run
From no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then n****s, get the big
Guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the b***h run. He said he came to get some;
N***a, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do
Too much [n***a ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb s**t
Comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these n****s gotta
Lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? N***a your head got cracked. We
Heard what they said--said that my n****s fled. But y'all n****s know what's up.
What? Y'all wanna she'd more blood? S**t, then come on.
Now you know, now you know. Now you know. .. N***a, bet our n****s comin' to
Bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. N***a protect your brain. Get a gun
And bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my n***a. We can handle
That any way you want to handle static. N***a, thugstyle, buckwild. Some
Tear-up-the-club s**t? 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 n***a 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 m*******a more than Speedknots. And when he
Run up to get punked, give a n***a lumps. Y'all n****s ain't Mobsters, 'cause if
It was the mob n***a, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole
Cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for n****s 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
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