Wasteland Warriors Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

(Talking) 

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 

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 niggas plan 

And 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 

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(Layzie) 

Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder 

Murder, murder, murder, play, play) 

Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder 

Murder, murder, murder, play, play) 

War corruptin' my mind 

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's thinkin' 

Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my 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. 

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Warriors ride 

Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder 

Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride 

bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder 

Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind 

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick 

Nigga, what you saw 

We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through? 

And they call war, ready for the cause 

Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? 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,? all the disrespect 

But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh 

What it makes you want my? yes, some are? 

Thinkin' me bloody get with the? 

And roll but I had gun before you knows 

Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it 

So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll 

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? 

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, 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 windin' 

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 #1 Assassin 

(Layzie) 

Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder 

Murder, murder, murder, play, play) 

Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder 

Murder, murder, murder, play, play) 

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