Lyrics of 'Wasteland Warriors' by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Krayzie:

Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka,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. Iknow
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 ruggishBone, so
sho' nuff, that's what they call us. My niggas is older, now, sothey know
when to unload. So, when them funky, funky jump me, gon' beready to
roll [ready to roll]. It's part of no static, see, we just outto get paid, but,
oh no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. Itkinda
pissed me off that (?) figured they could get skills, but whenkept on
disrespectin', make 'em think we shit's real, nigga. I 'm fromthe Land
where every niggas plan and schemin' for the money, man, so wepackin',
and they don't understand them niggas rappin' but still theyactin' 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'llgon' blow
you away. Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, westressed, 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 Ibe
droppin', and these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front andback,
don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for thesewhere
your troops is down to get loose, bitch, sue these stupidmuthafuckas,
don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus, 'cause theniggas 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' doit in the
C-Town, arrest me on the rebound. It's the P to the O to the Dfrom the
T to the H to the U to the G. You hoes ain't got mo' killas thanme, so
muthafuck what you's thinkin', brothas don't hit, they're weakand
wrapped up in my sheet, while your bullethole still be bleedin',but here's
the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank. Why youlame, be
actin' strange? Boom to bangs, nigga insanes, out to rearrangethis
muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin'killa.
Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture. Just might killa,got a cap
peela, nine rounds spiller, we done muthafuck you and you don'twanna
see fade 'em all with the blood heater, streetsweeper get yourass
deceased.

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.

Bizzy:

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, whatyou saw, we
(......?......) somebody (...?...) with a pistol runnin' through(?) and they
call war, ready for the cause, clones get the thug, end upgettin' them
(...?...) gotta break, your face be on that table, ready formore, y'all clone
him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in and vote and go aheadand
smoke 'em, open 'em up, and your luck get fucked-up, ready mebuck
buck buck, I'm still runnin' from feds, (?) all the disrespectbut 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 gunbefore you
knows, don't roll, and I gotta go and face it, so picture menearly dearly
get in judge, roll.

Layzie:

Aw, shit! Nowhere to run; here come judgement day. Let's makethese
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 begoin' through
this life, I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'llit be? Come
and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz, you know I got endsto spend,
top ten (?), count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real. Attitude like,
''Nigga, what?'' And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'emniggas Mo
Thug employ in my city, destroy y'all, how wicked is this? Itmay be,
nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately. Little Lay beendodgin' hits, try to
keep all my people safe and outta the way. And you know I getgreater
later, so I continue windin'. It's all about perfect timin',feel me, it's
about perfect timin', hear me. What's on my muthafuckin' mind inthis:
these playa haters got me pissed, bitch. But let me get mygauge.
Leatherface, go get your mask. We gon' blast and roll on these
muthafuckin' 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, westressed, we
stressed, we stressed.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.