Battlezone
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[Bizzy (Krayzie)]
Pick up you're wings and prepare them to fly
(Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah, souljah)
In the battlezone,the battlezone
(Bone thug souljah, souljah, bone thug)
Swing low (swing low)
Sweet chariot (sweet chariot)
Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home)
Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chariot)
Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home)
I looked up on Jordan and (what did) what did I see (what did I see)
Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home)
(What did I see, what did I see)
Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home)
(Listen to my battle cry)
Come on, come on in my battlezone (my battle cry)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, come in my battle zone
(Listen to my battle cry)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, come on
Have me come for (my battle cry)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, come on (come on)
Have me come for
[Bizzy]
One, two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably want to kill me will I die in 1999 smoking phillies
Bizzy the kid was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim
Kickin' on something and dig this
Got to feel it catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro
Bone watching for the po, po
Roll over then pull it got my bullet in my fo, fo
I gotta stand it's turnin' to a jungle (Green Bay)
Comin' out a four door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No no don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block they couldn't pin it better send it
For the cops absorb you soul of course
Praise to the Pharaoh
Murder Mo, Curly I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned! Court's adjouned!
Rest and burn!
[Layzie]
I can't sleep at night cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossing and turning trying to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas letting off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin paranoia like they coming for me
And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacing back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots
From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I got to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
Nigga never leave the house without packing a gun
And that's real leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler "Kill Kill" then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection
Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild
Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Motherfuckers in the battle zone blasting shit
Put the match on shit straight up gassing shit
[Krayzie]
Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Busting niggas in the belly
Give them motherfuckers more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than FedEx
They're running retreating screaming Mayday we're going down
Now why the fuck is niggas telling lies and rumors?
Talking about we split up
Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up
If a motherfucker really want to rumble we can tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is block the basket, strike him out
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble strategize
Any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy niggas that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope
That's close enough
Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter
And I show a bitch kill a nigga see me driving
Bitch come on and try to rob me
I'm willing to bet that 'cha get lit up
Get off of me baby (baby),
Keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama (drama)
Telling you niggas you better not fuck with me
Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude
Nigga sick of being humble now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love
Cause in the game you get fucked every time
Got this feeling inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up! If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga loving the action
Yeah My Bone Thug niggas come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really want to solve 'em
Don't be mumbling speak a little louder
While you steady talkin' like you liver than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you now hater feel us
Who the realest The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections niggas deal with 'em
Realer than them other motherfuckers talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin all on the bandwagon
Want to be like us, want to cuss, want to bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants sagging they actin'
But when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em
We murdered the bastards, putting 'em all in bodybags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash that's that ass
Cause when we clash ain't no coming back
Huntin' niggas from the past
We gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a Hearse?
Not me I'm determined to wake up and still be livin' in the morning you
Feeling me
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye
Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out (ride out, ride out)
Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out)
Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out)
Nigga we ride out
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