World war. This is combat. I don't think these
niggas really know. This shit is for real--this is
not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get
the fuck up, and put your guns in the muthafuckin'
air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just don't
care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill
all the muthafuckin' enemies! Nigga, come a little
closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We
can roll. Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm
down to fuck back with you. What you wanna do,
huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us.
We do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. It's all
about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs
ran? Nigga, we never ever run from no man, and
fear none. If you see their click, then niggas,
get the big guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the
bitch run. He said he came to get some; nigga, he
ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool
ya. Bustas won't do too much Nigga ain't really
want none.. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit
comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a
rematch. Why these niggas gotta lie? They can't
stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got
cracked. We heard what they said--said that my
niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up.
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come
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know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to bring
the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect
your brain. Get a gun and bang-bang. Tell me when
you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle
that any way you want to handle static. Nigga,
thugstyle, buckwild. Some tear-up-the-club shit?
Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to
jumpin' around the playa haters on the ground
bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he drop
like, "Who could it be?" Your life has
been took--no, not by the bullet, but the nigga
with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in
demand, I'm in command. So let's move, and you
know what the enemy look like. They clones that
look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more
than Speedknots. And when he run up to get punked,
give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters,
'cause if it was the mob nigga, somebody would've
been shot ya. But we can get the whole cru:
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too
strong for niggas to hold on, to keep up. But I
see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was
claimin' it first, it's who's the realest
realest. Do not enlist if you're not ready for
war. World War.