"WASTELAND WARRIORS"
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony Featuring Souljah Boy (The Art Of War)
Krayzie
Yeah, (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga. P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin. (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) Finna put this shit down like this, nigga. What if we slowed it down? Then nigga, you would hear me. I know niggas would fuck around and say we tried to steal your style. Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest, thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho 'nuff, that's what they call us. My niggas is organized, they know when to unload. So, when them funky, funky jump, we gon' be ready to roll. (ready to roll) It's part of no static. See, we just out to get paid, but oh no! Niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. And it kinda pissed me off they steal and figured they could get skills, but when kept on disrespectin', make 'em fatal. Shit real, nigga! I'm from the Land where every nigga's plan is schemin' for the money, man, so we packin' and they don't understand. Them niggas rappin' but still they actin' like criminals. Hate and yo it's reciprocal, they don't know it even though. Oh no, no can't let you go. When I pop-pop-pop that funk goin' blow you away. Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday. Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
Warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) Wasteland warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) War corruptin' my mind.
Souljah Boy
You know it is, what it's gotta be. Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin', and these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back, don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these police. This is where your troops is down to get loose. Bitch, sue these stupid muthafuckas! Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus. 'Cause police be down for the count, and the first nigga step up, get shut down. You shouldn't have been takin' my fuckin' style that's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town, arrest me on the rebound. It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G. You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me, so muthafuck what you speakin'. Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in white sheets while your bullethole still be bleedin', but here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank. Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs, nigga's insane, out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa. Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture. Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spitter. Muthafuck you and you don't wanna see 'em fade 'em all with the blood heater, streetsweeper get your ass deceased. Krayzie Warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) Wasteland warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) War corruptin' my mind.
Bizzy
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war. When will ya get yours, hoe? Somebody's issuin' out my car, beat 'em and get long gone with a pistol in my hand and bombin' through. It went right through my pores, star, and then they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the gun, end up gettin' them pinned, so if they pick no surrender, gotta break, your face be on that table, ready for more, y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in and vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up, your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck, buck, buck, I'm still runnin' from feds, worry is all across Rip's face, but I won't get caught in love. Nah-uh, when it makes you want money, yes, some are real dead. I'm thinkin' 'bout bloody, sippin' the drink and roll, but I had gun before you know, so don't roll, and I gotta go and face it, so picture me nearly dearly gettin' judged, roll, roll.
Layzie
Aww, shit! Nowhere to run, here come judgement day. Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh. I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your set. Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life, I snatch your life just like it's a day, which type'll it be? Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz, you know I got ends to spend, top ten. Time of day count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real. Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?'' And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas Mo Thug employ in my city, destroy y'all, how wicked is this? It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately. Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe and outta the way. And you know I get greater later, so I continue grindin'. It's all about perfect timin', feel me, it's about perfect timin', hear me. What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: "These playa haters got me pissed, bitch!" But let me get my gauge. Leather Face, go get your mask. We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas, everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', the #l Assassin.
Krayzie
Warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) Wasteland warriors ride. (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.) War corruptin' my mind. Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed. War corruptin' my mind. Wasteland warriors ride. War corruptin' my mind. Wasteland warriors ride. War corruptin' my mind, mind.