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- (feat. Souljah Boy) [Krayzie] (Talking)
Yeah, got my ******s from
St. Clair up in this mutha******a, ******
P.O.D.'d, my ******, Sin
Fin to put this ******t down like this, ****** (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...)
What if we slowed it down?
Then, ******, you would hear me
I know ******s would ****** 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 ******s 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, ******s 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 ******t's real, ******
I'm from the Land where every ******s plan
And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them ******s 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 ****** all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed [Krayzie] (Layzie)
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 [Souljah
Boy] 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, ******
Sue these stupid mutha******as
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the ******s be down for the count
And the first ****** step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my ******' 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 mutha****** 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 mutha******' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, ****** insanes
Out to rearrange this mutha******' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a mutha******' killa
******, bow down, and
I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller
We done mutha****** you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
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