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Krayzie Bone - Where My Thugz At lyrics
chorus) Buck buck fuck where my thugs at where the fuck my thugs at Are you ready for war got to be ready for war (verse 1) Forward march pull out your weapon aim directly for the heart Buck the brain and make sure everything stop and listen to the shells drop As we steady poppin round after round off trumpets fade around us Bailin through the motherfuckin mud and rain niggas on a mission Shirt full of bloodstains but I'm still livin Cause I got the will and the skills To make it out the killin field 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 blasting 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 will win Strategize, that's all I'm fuckin bout is strategies It's all about reality and nigga that's me (chorus) Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the situation Makin sure the enemies weak before we invade 'em then we break 'em Organization is a factor Comin from the warrior slash the mad rapper Makin pushes jump out the bushes troopers attack And the heads of the adversaries bring 'em back to me If you scared you the first nigga dead and the field is gettin deeper Drama getting thicker so I pull my pistol quicker Kill 'em all if they ain't on your team But watch out for the spies trying 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 get rid of- The Law of course voluntarily or by force This shit just goes on and on It don't stop until the body rott and they casket drop In the W-A-R we are the mighty, the mighty, the mighty mighty warriors ready If they spittin we gone send them bitches slugs back it's like that buck buck buck (chorus) Thugs, everywhere you see them niggas wanna be 'em Meet the real thuggish ruggish niggas out of cleveland The wasteland warriors wild execution style find your body smelling foul I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality Gotta keep my mental sharper than a pencil Got bullets in the clip though and you in danger If you anger me nigga you'll me the one that's in the chamber Paranoia, don't get too close I'll blow your fuckin head right off your shoulders Cause everything to me is war I'm livin in horror I'll die before captured (fuck that) fuckin with these niggas 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 killas deceased Where my thugs at buck buck get 'em up so I can see 'em (chorus |
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