Wasteland Warriors

(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