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krayzie:
yeah, got my niggas from st. clair up in this muthafucka, nigga. p.o.d.´d, my nigga, sin, fin to put this shit down like this, nigga.
[we off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...]
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 older, now, so they know when to unload. so, when them funky, funky jump me, 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. it kinda pissed me off that (?) figured they could get skills, but when kept on disrespectin´, make ´em think we shit´s 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. (?) reciprocal, they don´t know it, even though. oh, no, no, can´t let you go. when i pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funk´ll gon´ 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 (...?...) 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 the niggas be down for the count, and the first nigga step up, get shut down. you shouldna 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 sheet, 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 insanes, 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 spiller, we done muthafuck you and you don´t wanna see fade ´em all with the blood heater, streetsweeper get your ass deceased.

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 a we beat your hoes) somebody´s issuin´ out my car, beat ´em and get long gone with a pistol in my (?) through me, runnin´ through my pores, star, and they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the gun, end up gettin´ them pinned, so (...?...) 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, and your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck, i´m still runnin´ from feds, horror all across rip´s face, but i won´t get caught in love. uh-uh, when i makes you want it, yes, some are (?), i ´m thinkin´ ´bout bloody, sip of the drink and roll, but i had gun before you knows, don´t roll, and i gotta go and face it, so picture me nearly dearly gettin´ judged, roll.

layzie:
aw, 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 (?), 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. leatherface, go get your mask. we gon´ blast and roll on these
muthafuckin´ niggas, everlastin´, everlastin´, everlastin´, everlastin´--the #l assassin.

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.