The War Iz On Lyrics - Singles - Krayzie Bone

Krayzie, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, and Layzie: Thug Mentality 1999 

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Intro 

We so thuggish-ruggish... The muthafuckin' the war is on. You better suit up and 

do like Krayzie Bone 

Cuz the muthafuckin' war is on. Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do? 

Krayzie 

Say nigga we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my niggas in the 

fatigue suits/ Ready to shoot, runnin' with the AK-47 

Niggas tryin' to survive, they ain't tryin' to go to heaven/ Muthafuckers 

shootin', they ain't even askin' questions 

It's these young-ass niggas/ They straight up thugged-out/ They killas that lil' 

soldier, boy, cuz we livin' in the killin' field 

Tombstone, soldier/ Rest in peace/ A real warrior/ Niggas been ready for war/ We 

are the muthafuckers on the streets with the 

heat, knockin' the hoes off they feet/ Say boy, it's a jungle out there/ Get a 

couple casualties every year/ The goal is to stay 

alive/ The mission is to make money/ The enemy; the police/ We gotta bust back 

at 'em, make some muthafuckin' examples 

out them assholes/ We're not even concerned/ Strike a match, drop it on the gas, 

and let the muthafucker burn... 

Baby burn/ Army's strategic, and I pledge allegiance to the 12-gauge Mossberg/ 

I'm that nigga, Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face 

Gotta big gun in your face/ Behind that bush/ And when they roll by nigga, we 

jump out the bush and make a push/ Bustin' 

Why they runnin'? Buckin' everything, comin', murda/ Y'all ain't said nothing/ 

Got a couple of niggas for that, stay strapped 

from the front to the back/ And the extra clip off in my jacket so when I run 

out I restack it and pap it some more 

We ready for war 

-Refrain- 

So, what? Nigga, pull your gun, that's exactly how we play, screamin' bloody 

murder mo all day 

The buckshots spray daily, all day 

Snoop Dogg 

Money makes murders, sex, lies, crimes, fo'-fives, nines, heaters, jackers, 

killas, cap-pealers, and drug dealers/ Snitches, 

snakes, bitches, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches/ Give and take, shake and 

bake/ Boy, I got to stack my plate 

Bad news; it travels fast, and real mashers always mash/ Give a dog a bone, send 

him on; he bound to come home with some 

cash/ Get your shit, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that bitch/ She 

might be cute, but listen here my nigga 

That don't mean shit/ Duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge/ 

Krayzie Bone and Dogg Capone 

Yeah, you know the war is on/ Break a bitch, shoot a snitch, fuck a trick/ Get 

your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink 

And get off into this gangsta shit/ We havin' bread, breakin bread/ Nigga listen 

to what I said/ Tuck my heat, keep it close 

Just in case you think I'm playin/ Layin' fools down, Dogg Pound, Bone Thugs, 

One love 

And we bangin' from the streets to the clubs 

-Refrain- 

Kurupt 

Check it out: Gangstas, hoes, I suppose, dip and dash, cock and blast/ Kurupt 

and Snoop, Krayzie, Daz, Layzie blazin' up the 

hash/ G'd as fuck, gangsta-fy high as the sky, gangsta for life/ Fuck a bitch, 

hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta shit 

I'm a G, DPG, DPGC, O.G. DP/ Ride on niggas, blast on niggas, dip and put the 

smash on niggas 

Layzie 

It's a war... There's a war goin' on... 

When the war pop off, where the fuck you gon' be? In the front or the back? City 

under attack; every nigga from the 99 

Front line, marchin' with a Tech 9/ Nigga, where my thugs at? If you scared, go 

to church/ Muthafucker, matter of fact 

While you at it, say a prayer for me/ I'm prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the 

streets with a gotdamn beat/ My heat close to me 

Khaki suits and fatigues, nigga dressed to kill/ Nigga, yes, I will put a slug 

in you/ Nigga, what you wanna do 

Cuz I'm ready to shoot? And my high-tech boots got me feelin' bulletproof/ I'm a 

Superman/ Nigga, G.I. Joe/ Like the wind 

blowin' throu a nigga' area/ More dead enemies I count up the merrier/ And you 

ain't heard no collaboration scarier 

I'm a walkin' nightmare, and I'm born to die/ If the war goin' on, whats 

happenin'? If you disrepectin' my family; it'll be hell to 

tell the captain/ Fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos/ Fuck all you 

politicians/ This' war/ Dedication to the criminal nation 

Let the real thugs even the score 

-Refrain- 

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