Krayzie Bone - Where My Thugz At Lyrics
-Refrain-
Buck, Buck! Fuck! Where my thugs at? Where my thugs at! Where the fuck my thugs
at?{shots throughout}
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war! Are you ready for war? Gotta be
ready for war
Krayzie
Foward, march! Pull out your weapon; aim directly for the heart/ Buck the brain
and make sure everything stop
And listen to the shells drop{sounds} As we steady poppin'' round after round
off, trumpets fade around us/ Bailin''
throu the muthafuckin'' mud and rain/ Niggas'' on a mission/ Shirt full of blood
stains, but I''m still livin'', cuz I got the will and the skills to
make it out the killin'' fields alive and killin'' still/ This the type of shit I
make you want/ Got our suits on, knowin'' and willin'' to
die with our boots on/ Dressed in fatigues/ This is real, we ain''t no actors/ We
don''t wear this shit for no fashion
You''ll see how real it is when we start blastin''/ Fake niggas always shoot real
blanks; we in the steel tanks/ If this was real
they''d probably crumble/ How you come to rumble when you scared of what''s in the
jungle, nigga? Why you tell them people
you was killas? I put this on my dead thugs/ When they jump we gon'' tear it up/
Torpedo one, bomb torpedo two to see the
destruction/ Military-minded/ So we will win/ Strategize, that''s all I am
fuckin'' about is strategies/ It''s all about reality
And nigga, that''s me{shots throughout}
-Refrain-
Krayzie
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/ And the 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
-Refrain-
Krayzie
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}
-Refrain-
We are ready for war...