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Bone Thugs N Harmony The Collection - Volume 1 Battlezone Bizzy (Krayzie) Pick up you'r wings and prepare them to fly (Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah,souljah) In the battlezone,the battlezone (Bone thug souljah,souljah,bone thug) Swing low (swing low) Sweet chariot (sweet chariot) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked up on jordan and (what did )what did I see (what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (What did I see,what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (Listen to my battle cry Come on,come on in my battlezone (aaah my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come in my battlezone (Listen to my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on Have me come for (aaah my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on (come on) Have me come for (Bizzy) One,two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna kill me will i die in 1999 smoking phillies Bizzy the kid was bustin in the ceilin in my big claim Kickin on somethig and dig this Got to feel it catch and don't let go Wretched in a fro Bone watchin for the po,po Roll over then pull it got my bullet in my fo,fo I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin at my watch lke a meal of ticket Arrest the block they couldn't pin it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned!,court's adjouned! Rest and burn! (Layzie) I can't sleep at night cause I lay in my bed And I be tossin and turnin trying to avoid my dreams And I can hear the niggas lettin off they lead around the corner Got me feelin paranoia like they coming for me And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacing back and forth So much shit on my mind, so many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina Ross on my hip and I got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar bill Niggas'll holler “Kill Killthen start flexin When the shit poppin' off in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul Nigga if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in the battle zone blastin shit Put the match on shit straight up gassin shit (Krayzie) Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47 Bustin niggas in the belly Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache Get back at that nigga faster than FedEx They're runnin retreatin screamin Mayday we're goin down Now why the fuck is niggas tellin lies and rumors? Talkin about we split up Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh Niggas really need to shut that shit up If a muthafucka really want to rumble we can tumble We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle The name of the game is block the basket, strike him out Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble strategize Any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine Nigga considered the enemy niggas that's when you die I never keep my enemies close Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope That's close enough Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter And I show a bitch kill a nigga see me drivin Bitch come on and try to rob me I'm willing to bet that 'cha get lit up Get off of me baby (baby), Keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama (drama) Tellin you niggas you better not fuck with me Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be Look how the haters give a nigga attitude Nigga sick of being humble now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine They try to show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love Cause in the game you get fucked every time Got this feeling inside my bloodline Somebody finna get fucked up! If a nigga don't get some satisfaction Blastin' like a madman Gettin' with the static nigga lovin the action Yeah My Bone Thug niggas come on If any one of you niggas got any problems Thinkin' you tough and you really want to solve 'em Don't be mumblin speak a little louder While you steady talkin' like you liver than the next nigga We'll already be up in you now hater feel us Who the realest The Bone Thug killas If there's any objections niggas deal with 'em Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs Jumpin all on the bandwagon Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns Thugged out with they pants saggin they actin' But when it's really time to show some tactics The niggas don't have 'em We murdered the bastards, puttin em all in bodybags and caskets Drop 'em in the river, splash that's that ass Cause when we clash ain't no comin back Huntin' niggas from the past We gon' settle this shit right here Fight to whoever blood be spilled first Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a Hearse? Not me I'm determined to wake up and still be livin' in the morning you feeling me Quicker than a clocked damn missle Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye Then we makin' sure that nigga die Shoot a couple more times and ride out (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out |
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