Krayzie Bone - Where My Thugz At


-Refrain-Buck, Buck! Buck! Where my thugs at? Where my thugs at! Where the fuck my thugsat?{shots throughout}Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war! Are you ready for war? Gotta beready for warKrayzieFoward, march! Pull out your weapon; aim directly for the heart/ Buck the brainand make sure everything stopAnd listen to the shells drop{sounds} As we steady poppin' round after roundoff, trumpets fade around usRunnin thru the muthafuckin' mud and rainNiggas' on a missionShirt full of bloodstains, but I'm still livin', cuz I got the will and the skills tomake it out the killin' fields alive and killin' stillThis the type of shit Imake you wantGot our suits on, knowin' and willin' todie with our boots onDressed in fatiguesThis is real, we ain't no actorsWe don't wear this shit for no fashionYou'll see how real it is when we start blastin'Fake niggas always shoot realblanks; we in the steel tanksIf this was realthey'd probably crumbleHow you come to rumble when you scared of what's in thejungle, nigga? Why you tell them peopleyou was killas? I put this on my dead thugsWhen they jump we gon' tear it upTorpedo one, bomb torpedo two to see thedestruction/ Military-minded/ So we will win/ Strategize, that's all I amfuckin' about is strategies/ It's all about realityAnd nigga, that's me{shots throughout}Chorus

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the (pin the...)situation
Makin' sure the
enemies weak before we invade 'em
Then we break 'em (He broke, broke, broke...) Organization is a factor, comin'
from "The Warrior" slash "The Mad Rapper"
Makin' pushes, jump out the bushes, troopers attack
Andthe heads of these adversaries
Bring 'em back to me
If you scared, you the first nigga dead, and the field is gettin' deeper Drama
gettin' thicker, so I pull my pistol quicker
Kill 'em all if they're not on your team
But watch out for the spies tryin' to
infiltrate the scene
Know what I mean?
We headed for the justice center; free all the convicts, and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and let's get
rid of the law, of course; Voluntarily or by force
This shit just goes on and
on/ It don't stop until they
body rott, and they casket drop
In the W-A-R
We are the mighty, the mighty,
the mighty-mighty warriors ready(warrior...)
If they spittin', we gon' send 'em bitches slugs back
It's like that, buck,
buck, buck, buck

Chorus

Thugs, everywhere you go you see 'em
Niggas wanna be 'em
Meet the real
thuggish ruggish niggas out of Cleveland
The wasteland warriors, wild
Execution style
Find your body smellin' foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality
Got to keep my mental sharper than a pencil
Got bullets in the clip thou, and
you endangered if you anger me, nigga
You'll meet the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close
I'll blow your fuckin' head right off your shoulders
Cuz everything to me is war
I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before I'm captured
(Fuck that) Fuckin' with these muthafuckers down to the last clip
Remember the casualties
Dearly departed
Keep poppin' at
these coppers, and we'll drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, your killa's deceased
Where my thugs at? Buck, buck!
Get 'em up so I can see 'em, yeah {shots}

Chorus







Channel: Music
Uploaded: July 5, 2008 at 9:07 pm
Author: l4zyb0n3

Length: 00:03:42
Rating: 5.00
Views: 796

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shotti1375 (August 22, 2008 at 10:50 am)
Krayzie spit fire on this one

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