Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Souljah Boy - Wasteland Warriors lyrics

Yeah, got my niggas from St
Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
POD'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 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

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 insane
Time to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down
I'm about to get wit'cha just like Hitler
Got a cap peela, nine rounds speeder
Motherfuck you and your mamacita
Fade 'em all with with the blood skeeter
Streetsweeper put your ass to sleep

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 hit's 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' with bench warrants
All in different states
But, I won’t get caught 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, ''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' hit's
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

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