(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
(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
