The War Iz On
作曲 : Broadus, Brown, Henderson ...
Krayzie, snoop dogg, kurupt, and layzie：thug mentality 1999
Intro
We so thuggish-ruggish...the mutha*******' the war is on. you better suit up and
Do like krayzie bone
Cuz the mutha*******' war is on. whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do?
Krayzie
Say ******* we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my *******s in the
Fatigue suits/ ready to shoot, runnin' with the ak-47
*******s tryin' to survive, they ain't tryin' to go to heaven/ mutha******s
Shootin', they ain't even askin' questions
It's these young-ass *******s/ they straight up thugged-out/ they killas that lil'
Soldier, boy, cuz we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone, soldier/ rest in peace/ a real warrior/ *******s been ready for war/ we
Are the mutha******s on the streets with the
Heat, knockin' the hoes off they feet/ say boy, it's a jungle out there/ get a
Couple casualties every year/ the goal is to stay
Alive/ the mission is to make money/ the enemy; the police/ we gotta bust back
At 'em, make some mutha*******' examples
Out them assholes/ we're not even concerned/ strike a match, drop it on the gas,
And let the mutha****** burn...
Baby burn/ army's strategic, and i pledge allegiance to the 12-gauge mos*******erg/
I'm that *******, mr. sawed-off leather face
Gotta big gun in your face/ behind that bush/ and when they roll by *******, we
Jump out the bush and make a push/ bustin'
Why they runnin'? buckin' everything, comin', murda/ y'all ain't said nothing/
Got a couple of *******s for that, stay strapped
From the front to the back/ and the extra clip off in my jacket so when i run
Out i restack it and pap it some more
We ready for war
-refrain-
So, what?　*******, pull your gun, that's exactly how we play, screamin' bloody
Murder mo all day
The buckshots spray daily, all day
Snoop dogg
Money makes murders, ***, lies, crimes, fo'-fives, nines, heaters, jackers,
Killas, cap-pealers, and drug dealers/ snitches,
Snakes, *******es, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches/ give and take, shake and
Bake/ boy, i got to stack my plate
Bad news; it travels fast, and real mashers always mash/ give a dog a bone, send
Him on; he bound to come home with some
Cash/ get your *******t, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that *******/ she
Might be cute, but listen here my *******
That don't mean *******t/ duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge/
Krayzie bone and dogg capone
Yeah, you know the war is on/ break a *******, shoot a snitch, ******* a trick/ get
Your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink
And get off into this gangsta *******t/ we havin' bread, breakin bread/ ******* listen
To what i said/ tuck my heat, keep it close
Just in case you think i'm playin/ layin' fools down, dogg pound, bone thugs,
One love
And we bangin' from the streets to the clubs
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Kurupt
Check it out: gangstas, hoes, i suppose, dip and dash, ****** and blast/ kurupt
And snoop, krayzie, daz, layzie blazin' up the
Hash/ g'd as *******, gangsta-fy high as the sky, gangsta for life/ ******* a *******,
Hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta *******t
I'm a g, dpg, dpgc, o.g. dp/ ride on *******s, blast on *******s, dip and put the
Smash on *******s
Layzie
It's a war...there's a war goin' on...
When the war pop off, where the ******* you gon' be? in the front or the back? city
Under attack; every ******* from the 99
Front line, marchin' with a tech 9/ *******, where my thugs at? if you scared, go
To church/ mutha******, matter of fact
While you at it, say a prayer for me/ i'm prepared to heat, heat a ******* in the
Streets with a gotdamn beat/ my heat close to me
Khaki suits and fatigues, ******* dressed to kill/ *******, yes, i will put a slug
In you/ *******, what you wanna do
Cuz i'm ready to shoot? and my high-tech boots got me feelin' bulletproof/ i'm a
Superman/ *******, g.i. joe/ like the wind
Blowin' throu a *******' area/ more dead enemies i count up the merrier/ and you
Ain't heard no collaboration scarier
I'm a walkin' nigh******are, and i'm born to die/ if the war goin' on, whats
Happenin'? if you disrepectin' my family; it'll be hell to
Tell the captain/ ******* all you playa haters and you po-pos/ ******* all you
Politicians/ this' war/ dedication to the criminal nation
Let the real thugs even the score
-refrain-