l?P> Bone, Warriors
Warriors
Krayzie Bone featuring Asu

-Intro-Krayzie-
World war, World war, World war, this is what we' ready for/ World war, World war, World war, this is what we' ready for/ World war, World war, World war, this is what we' ready for/ World war, World war, World war, this is what we' ready for

We want war... and we are the warriors/ Hope you're ready cauze we' ready/ We want war... and we are the warriors/ Hope you're ready cauze we' ready/ We want war... and we are the warriors/ Hope you're ready cauze we' ready

Krayzie Bone
Nigga like a time bomb tickin' tension, we fixin' to blow! And I'm thinkin' just like that nigga that's fresh outta the pen on parole, lay low/ Better take it slow, strategize/ Nigga be livin' up on this, mesmerized/ Die when I silence my Nine/ A hard knot (artillery...) givin' the finger to Feds/ Fuck the rollers/ Babylon falls with the law/ 2,000 activists stay marchin' and talkin'/ Nigga, blastin' shit, breakin' glass, settin' gas fires and kickin' some ass/ Hit 'em with One (One) Hit 'em with Two (Two) Hit 'em with Three (Three) so they not breathin'/ Hit 'em with Four! (Four) Five (Five) One more time/ Don't you be foolish cause he bleedin'/ Better make sure that it ain't no motherfuckin' resurrection/ So therefore I make sure that you be the dead one, redrum/ Look at me now, it's just the rapper in your eyes but listen to the lines from the verses of the mind and you'll find that I'm not that average ordinary nigga/ And nigga, don't make me kill ya

-Chorus-Krayzie-
Keep my military mind all the time (time) And my weapon by my side stay fat, ride high/ Stay strapped up suited, willin' to die, to die

Asu
(C'mon) Hey yo' I slides through dappin' and mappin' the joint I'm casin' and I see if it's love or mean mug's that a nigga facin'/ You know it got to be one, that's why I got a gun/ We can rock the hands, let me know where you coming from, nigga, cause I'm a lil' ol' school, a lil' new school/ One thangs for sure 'Su ain't is no fool/ Your tool for breathin' is your feet cause your leavin'/ Mad but glad you had the chance to get even/ Beyond reason no teasin' it's duck huntin' season (quack, quack, quack) Weather quacker or cracker, you better be cool don't be breezin'/ Gone with the wind it's on till the end/ I only die for a true friend, kin, or all my children/ The nature of name, my major entry into the game of life/ Got to give to get, I got hurt and lost a wife/ I gained and lost never came to floss/ My aim ain't lost, it's headin' straight to the top, Boss (to the top Boss) And if I beat you there (beat you there) I'll meet you there [meet you there) See that, it's quiet (what?) You know why? Cause we are what? (what?) We are what? (what?) The warriors/ We are what? We are what? Warriors

-Chorus-Krayzie-
(Keep my) military mind all the time and my weapon by my side stay fat, ride high/ I stay strapped up suited, willin' to ride (Yeah, keep my) military mind all the time and my weapon by my side stay fat, ride high/ I stay strapped up suited, willin' to ride, to ride

Krayzie Bone
We all five deep in the Chevy/ Weapons steady, my palms sweaty, harms ready, game sharper then a Machette when we said it, said it/ T-H-U-G L-I-N-E, we the B-O-N-E/ Get back and fall before they get back at me. Uzi's blazin' up, they're sprayin' up the place/ Put 'em in they' place, nigga they' place is the grave/ Adress is 187 right down the street from Hell around the corner from Dead Mans' Curve/ Body's stankin' stiff and cold/ He a dead man, word. Got any nerve huh? Got any heart chump? (I ain't think so) First nigga with his clip empty when I start to dump (when I start to dump)
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)