World war lyrics

Artist  : Krayzie bone 
Song : World war
 
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 

on. 


World war. 



Now you know, now you 

know. Now you 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 (?): 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.