Forces To Fight
Krayzie Bone featuring Asu, K Mont & Omarr
Krayzie Bone (Asu)
Keep it real/ Keep it real... (ThugLine. You know what it is.) We the assasin... (Krayzie Bone...) Comin' to slay, watch ‘em fall when the gun, gunline... (Asu, K Mont, Omarr.)

Asu
>Only speak when spoken to or get your shit broken through from tendon to gristle/ What I’m sendin' is official like a brand, I don’t suggest, I comand/ Anything less than demand ain’t even a mouse cause even a mouse’ll die for cheese (Some of y’all scared to die, period) Droppin' degrees, only thing with me to gain is a loss, on parole like a Boss/ Got more D then the Army, Navy, Marines, or Air Force/ Now I’m a say it once; Fronts bloody and backs get muddy/ Jermaine Dupri that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah) Leave your body swollen and a little puffy

K Mont
Hey yo, sometimes we wyle out when we party we break night/ Ain’t no unity in my community so we forcin’ to fight/ Cause the fo’ fo’ desert eagle will put that ass in a herse/ Since I hooked up with Leathaface, you know the hatin’ just got worse/ We make money all year around, we bringin' heat like the summer/ While y’all niggas be gettin’ murdered with guns without serial numbers/ So tell me, who is the real enemy; Is it you or the police? We gon’ continue to go to war and pour out liquor for the deceased

Omarr
My niggas is forced to fight, forced to pull they guns out (c'mon) at full might cause we went from thousand-aires to millionaires overnight (whoa) I see a billion dollars in my forecast, I observe while you only see rain and clouds in yours/ Make you wanna go and get yours, make you wanna squeeze yours/ Well get at me, son, I’ll make sure you get yours/ See they used to call me Scrappy Scrap cause I scrapped a lot/ Now they call me Clappy Clap Clap cause I clap a lot

Krayzie Bone
I don’t give a fuck if it’s the cops, niggas up on the block, we know how you niggas plot/ When I cock my seventeen shot all that talk-talk gon’ stop, watch (Pop! Pop! Pop...) You hate me now while I make my money, I’ll be back to deal with that later and I’m gon’ slay ya simply cause you played me like a busta so I’m gon’ fade you/ Ever since I was seven, nigga showed love to them streets, sho’nuff/ Ran with niggas, Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ When I walk the streets, I keep my hand on my ball' and I’m not just holdin’ my nuts I’m tryin' to keep this pistol from fallin' fallin'

We can’t stop the fire, fire...‘cause we ain’t start the fire, fire, fire... We can’t stop the fire, fire...‘cause we ain’t start the fire, fire, fire... We can’t stop the fire, fire...‘cause we ain’t start the fire, fire, fire... We can’t stop the fire, fire...‘cause we ain’t start the fire, fire, fire...

Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001) Available on promo only.
Sample taken from Billy Joel's We Didn't Start The Fire