Silent Warrior Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

KRAYZIE BONE: Thug Mentality 1999 

(Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced 

gunfire. Utterance of pain.) 

Pump your fists if you're with me. 

Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah! 

Pump your fists up if you're with me. 

Let us be victorious, be victorious. 

Move out. Hut one, yeah. 

Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut. 

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. 

Listen to the story of . . . 

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The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to 

die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty 

ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this. 

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with 

attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We 

don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get 

us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can 

surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked 

coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast, 

no (Not me.). Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors. 

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of 

. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you 

can be killed. 

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Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact. 

Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I 

repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda 

murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the 

graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to 

break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda 

and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth 

to carry me home, me home. 

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of 

. . . 

If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be 

killed.