Krayzie Bone: World War

aus dem Album: Thug Mentality 1999

Songtext:
World war. Klebefolie Motive



This is combat. I don't think these niggas really

know. This shit is for real--this is not a game. So

all my real muthafuckin'

thugs get the fuck up, and put your guns in the

muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you

just don't care, and fuck the

muthafuckin' police, and

kill all the muthafuckin' enemies!


Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho.

What's up bitch? We can roll. Anybody wanna fuck

with me? 'Cause I'm

down to fuck back with you. What you wanna do,

huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We

do it 'cause its

real--fuck a title. It's all about survival,

dedicate it to my rivals. And you could die a ho.

What they talk about? Bone Thugs

ran? Nigga, we never ever run from no man, and fear

none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the

big guns. Pop one, split

'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get

some; nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let

them suckas fool ya.

Bustas won't do too much [Nigga ain't really want

none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit comin'

out your mouth'll get you

nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta lie?

They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your

head got cracked. We

heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But

y'all niggas know what's up. What? Y'all wanna shed

more blood? Shit,

then come

on.


World war.



Now you know, now you

know. Now you know . . .

Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to bring the pain.

Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain.

Get a gun and bang-bang.

Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We

can handle that any way you want to handle static.

Nigga, thugstyle,

buckwild. Some tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever,

drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin' around the

playa haters on the

ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he

drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been

took--no, not by the bullet,

but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy.

I'll be in demand, I'm in command. So let's move, and

you know what the

enemy look like. They clones that look and sound

like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots.

And when he run up

to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas

ain't Mobsters, 'cause if it was the mob nigga,

somebody would've been shot

ya. But we can get the whole (?): Krayzie, Layzie,

Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to

hold on, to keep up.

But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was

claimin' it first, it's who's the realest [realest].

Do not enlist if you're not

ready for

war.


World War.