[Krayzie]
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga.
P.O.D.'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.

[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, bitch, sue these
Stupid motherfuckers, 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 see-Town, arrest me
On the rebound. It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to
The you to the G. You hoes ain't got mo' killers than me, so
Muthafuck what you's thinkin', brothers 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 motherfuckin'
Bank. Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs,
Nigga insanes, out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn
Well, I'm a motherfucking' killer. Nigga, bow down, and I'm
Outta your picture. Just might killer, got a cap peela, nine rounds
Spiller, we done motherfuck you and you don't want to see fade
'em all with the blood heater, street sweeper get your ass deceased.
Warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride.
(Ibloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind.

[Bizzy]
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits 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' from feds, ? all the disrespect but I won't get cut
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.

[Layzie]
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'
Hits, 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 motheruckin' 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 motherfuckin' niggas,
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'--the #l 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.

Writer : LYONS, WILLIE/MIDDLETON, TIM/HOWSE, STEVEN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing