The War Iz On Lyrics
| Song | The War Iz On |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broadus, Brown, Henderson ... | |
| Krayzie, snoop dogg, kurupt, and layzie：thug mentality 1999 | |
| Intro | |
| We so thuggish-ruggish...the muthafuckin' the war is on. you better suit up and | |
| Do like krayzie bone | |
| Cuz the muthafuckin' war is on. whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do? | |
| Krayzie | |
| Say nigga we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my niggas in the | |
| Fatigue suits/ ready to shoot, runnin' with the ak-47 | |
| Niggas tryin' to survive, they ain't tryin' to go to heaven/ muthafuckers | |
| Shootin', they ain't even askin' questions | |
| It's these young-ass niggas/ they straight up thugged-out/ they killas that lil' | |
| Soldier, boy, cuz we livin' in the killin' field | |
| Tombstone, soldier/ rest in peace/ a real warrior/ niggas been ready for war/ we | |
| Are the muthafuckers on the streets with the | |
| Heat, knockin' the hoes off they feet/ say boy, it's a jungle out there/ get a | |
| Couple casualties every year/ the goal is to stay | |
| Alive/ the mission is to make money/ the enemy; the police/ we gotta bust back | |
| At 'em, make some muthafuckin' examples | |
| Out them assholes/ we're not even concerned/ strike a match, drop it on the gas, | |
| And let the muthafucker burn... | |
| Baby burn/ army's strategic, and i pledge allegiance to the 12-gauge mossberg/ | |
| I'm that nigga, mr. sawed-off leather face | |
| Gotta big gun in your face/ behind that bush/ and when they roll by nigga, we | |
| Jump out the bush and make a push/ bustin' | |
| Why they runnin'? buckin' everything, comin', murda/ y'all ain't said nothing/ | |
| Got a couple of niggas for that, stay strapped | |
| From the front to the back/ and the extra clip off in my jacket so when i run | |
| Out i restack it and pap it some more | |
| We ready for war | |
| -refrain- | |
| So, what? nigga, pull your gun, that's exactly how we play, screamin' bloody | |
| Murder mo all day | |
| The buckshots spray daily, all day | |
| Snoop dogg | |
| Money makes murders, sex, lies, crimes, fo'-fives, nines, heaters, jackers, | |
| Killas, cap-pealers, and drug dealers/ snitches, | |
| Snakes, bitches, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches/ give and take, shake and | |
| Bake/ boy, i got to stack my plate | |
| Bad news; it travels fast, and real mashers always mash/ give a dog a bone, send | |
| Him on; he bound to come home with some | |
| Cash/ get your shit, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that bitch/ she | |
| Might be cute, but listen here my nigga | |
| That don't mean shit/ duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge/ | |
| Krayzie bone and dogg capone | |
| Yeah, you know the war is on/ break a bitch, shoot a snitch, fuck a trick/ get | |
| Your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink | |
| And get off into this gangsta shit/ we havin' bread, breakin bread/ nigga listen | |
| To what i said/ tuck my heat, keep it close | |
| Just in case you think i'm playin/ layin' fools down, dogg pound, bone thugs, | |
| One love | |
| And we bangin' from the streets to the clubs | |
| -refrain- | |
| Kurupt | |
| Check it out: gangstas, hoes, i suppose, dip and dash, cock and blast/ kurupt | |
| And snoop, krayzie, daz, layzie blazin' up the | |
| Hash/ g'd as fuck, gangsta-fy high as the sky, gangsta for life/ fuck a bitch, | |
| Hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta shit | |
| I'm a g, dpg, dpgc, o.g. dp/ ride on niggas, blast on niggas, dip and put the | |
| Smash on niggas | |
| Layzie | |
| It's a war...there's a war goin' on... | |
| When the war pop off, where the fuck you gon' be? in the front or the back? city | |
| Under attack; every nigga from the 99 | |
| Front line, marchin' with a tech 9/ nigga, where my thugs at? if you scared, go | |
| To church/ muthafucker, matter of fact | |
| While you at it, say a prayer for me/ i'm prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the | |
| Streets with a gotdamn beat/ my heat close to me | |
| Khaki suits and fatigues, nigga dressed to kill/ nigga, yes, i will put a slug | |
| In you/ nigga, what you wanna do | |
| Cuz i'm ready to shoot? and my high-tech boots got me feelin' bulletproof/ i'm a | |
| Superman/ nigga, g.i. joe/ like the wind | |
| Blowin' throu a nigga' area/ more dead enemies i count up the merrier/ and you | |
| Ain't heard no collaboration scarier | |
| I'm a walkin' nightmare, and i'm born to die/ if the war goin' on, whats | |
| Happenin'? if you disrepectin' my family; it'll be hell to | |
| Tell the captain/ fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos/ fuck all you | |
| Politicians/ this' war/ dedication to the criminal nation | |
| Let the real thugs even the score | |
| -refrain- |
| zuo qu : Broadus, Brown, Henderson ... | |
| Krayzie, snoop dogg, kurupt, and layzie: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Intro | |
| We so thuggishruggish... the muthafuckin' the war is on. you better suit up and | |
| Do like krayzie bone | |
| Cuz the muthafuckin' war is on. whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do? | |
| Krayzie | |
| Say nigga we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my niggas in the | |
| Fatigue suits ready to shoot, runnin' with the ak47 | |
| Niggas tryin' to survive, they ain' t tryin' to go to heaven muthafuckers | |
| Shootin', they ain' t even askin' questions | |
| It' s these youngass niggas they straight up thuggedout they killas that lil' | |
| Soldier, boy, cuz we livin' in the killin' field | |
| Tombstone, soldier rest in peace a real warrior niggas been ready for war we | |
| Are the muthafuckers on the streets with the | |
| Heat, knockin' the hoes off they feet say boy, it' s a jungle out there get a | |
| Couple casualties every year the goal is to stay | |
| Alive the mission is to make money the enemy the police we gotta bust back | |
| At ' em, make some muthafuckin' examples | |
| Out them assholes we' re not even concerned strike a match, drop it on the gas, | |
| And let the muthafucker burn... | |
| Baby burn army' s strategic, and i pledge allegiance to the 12gauge mossberg | |
| I' m that nigga, mr. sawedoff leather face | |
| Gotta big gun in your face behind that bush and when they roll by nigga, we | |
| Jump out the bush and make a push bustin' | |
| Why they runnin'? buckin' everything, comin', murda y' all ain' t said nothing | |
| Got a couple of niggas for that, stay strapped | |
| From the front to the back and the extra clip off in my jacket so when i run | |
| Out i restack it and pap it some more | |
| We ready for war | |
| refrain | |
| So, what? nigga, pull your gun, that' s exactly how we play, screamin' bloody | |
| Murder mo all day | |
| The buckshots spray daily, all day | |
| Snoop dogg | |
| Money makes murders, sex, lies, crimes, fo' fives, nines, heaters, jackers, | |
| Killas, cappealers, and drug dealers snitches, | |
| Snakes, bitches, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches give and take, shake and | |
| Bake boy, i got to stack my plate | |
| Bad news it travels fast, and real mashers always mash give a dog a bone, send | |
| Him on he bound to come home with some | |
| Cash get your shit, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that bitch she | |
| Might be cute, but listen here my nigga | |
| That don' t mean shit duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge | |
| Krayzie bone and dogg capone | |
| Yeah, you know the war is on break a bitch, shoot a snitch, fuck a trick get | |
| Your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink | |
| And get off into this gangsta shit we havin' bread, breakin bread nigga listen | |
| To what i said tuck my heat, keep it close | |
| Just in case you think i' m playin layin' fools down, dogg pound, bone thugs, | |
| One love | |
| And we bangin' from the streets to the clubs | |
| refrain | |
| Kurupt | |
| Check it out: gangstas, hoes, i suppose, dip and dash, cock and blast kurupt | |
| And snoop, krayzie, daz, layzie blazin' up the | |
| Hash g' d as fuck, gangstafy high as the sky, gangsta for life fuck a bitch, | |
| Hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta shit | |
| I' m a g, dpg, dpgc, o. g. dp ride on niggas, blast on niggas, dip and put the | |
| Smash on niggas | |
| Layzie | |
| It' s a war... there' s a war goin' on... | |
| When the war pop off, where the fuck you gon' be? in the front or the back? city | |
| Under attack every nigga from the 99 | |
| Front line, marchin' with a tech 9 nigga, where my thugs at? if you scared, go | |
| To church muthafucker, matter of fact | |
| While you at it, say a prayer for me i' m prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the | |
| Streets with a gotdamn beat my heat close to me | |
| Khaki suits and fatigues, nigga dressed to kill nigga, yes, i will put a slug | |
| In you nigga, what you wanna do | |
| Cuz i' m ready to shoot? and my hightech boots got me feelin' bulletproof i' m a | |
| Superman nigga, g. i. joe like the wind | |
| Blowin' throu a nigga' area more dead enemies i count up the merrier and you | |
| Ain' t heard no collaboration scarier | |
| I' m a walkin' nightmare, and i' m born to die if the war goin' on, whats | |
| Happenin'? if you disrepectin' my family it' ll be hell to | |
| Tell the captain fuck all you playa haters and you popos fuck all you | |
| Politicians this' war dedication to the criminal nation | |
| Let the real thugs even the score | |
| refrain |
| zuò qǔ : Broadus, Brown, Henderson ... | |
| Krayzie, snoop dogg, kurupt, and layzie: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Intro | |
| We so thuggishruggish... the muthafuckin' the war is on. you better suit up and | |
| Do like krayzie bone | |
| Cuz the muthafuckin' war is on. whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do, gon' do? | |
| Krayzie | |
| Say nigga we march, stompin' in the big black boots with my niggas in the | |
| Fatigue suits ready to shoot, runnin' with the ak47 | |
| Niggas tryin' to survive, they ain' t tryin' to go to heaven muthafuckers | |
| Shootin', they ain' t even askin' questions | |
| It' s these youngass niggas they straight up thuggedout they killas that lil' | |
| Soldier, boy, cuz we livin' in the killin' field | |
| Tombstone, soldier rest in peace a real warrior niggas been ready for war we | |
| Are the muthafuckers on the streets with the | |
| Heat, knockin' the hoes off they feet say boy, it' s a jungle out there get a | |
| Couple casualties every year the goal is to stay | |
| Alive the mission is to make money the enemy the police we gotta bust back | |
| At ' em, make some muthafuckin' examples | |
| Out them assholes we' re not even concerned strike a match, drop it on the gas, | |
| And let the muthafucker burn... | |
| Baby burn army' s strategic, and i pledge allegiance to the 12gauge mossberg | |
| I' m that nigga, mr. sawedoff leather face | |
| Gotta big gun in your face behind that bush and when they roll by nigga, we | |
| Jump out the bush and make a push bustin' | |
| Why they runnin'? buckin' everything, comin', murda y' all ain' t said nothing | |
| Got a couple of niggas for that, stay strapped | |
| From the front to the back and the extra clip off in my jacket so when i run | |
| Out i restack it and pap it some more | |
| We ready for war | |
| refrain | |
| So, what? nigga, pull your gun, that' s exactly how we play, screamin' bloody | |
| Murder mo all day | |
| The buckshots spray daily, all day | |
| Snoop dogg | |
| Money makes murders, sex, lies, crimes, fo' fives, nines, heaters, jackers, | |
| Killas, cappealers, and drug dealers snitches, | |
| Snakes, bitches, fakes, bad brakes and heartaches give and take, shake and | |
| Bake boy, i got to stack my plate | |
| Bad news it travels fast, and real mashers always mash give a dog a bone, send | |
| Him on he bound to come home with some | |
| Cash get your shit, stack your chips, tuck your heat, and watch that bitch she | |
| Might be cute, but listen here my nigga | |
| That don' t mean shit duck and dodge, camouflage, my entourage is way in charge | |
| Krayzie bone and dogg capone | |
| Yeah, you know the war is on break a bitch, shoot a snitch, fuck a trick get | |
| Your grip, smoke some dank, pass some drink | |
| And get off into this gangsta shit we havin' bread, breakin bread nigga listen | |
| To what i said tuck my heat, keep it close | |
| Just in case you think i' m playin layin' fools down, dogg pound, bone thugs, | |
| One love | |
| And we bangin' from the streets to the clubs | |
| refrain | |
| Kurupt | |
| Check it out: gangstas, hoes, i suppose, dip and dash, cock and blast kurupt | |
| And snoop, krayzie, daz, layzie blazin' up the | |
| Hash g' d as fuck, gangstafy high as the sky, gangsta for life fuck a bitch, | |
| Hit a switch, gangstas drop that gangsta shit | |
| I' m a g, dpg, dpgc, o. g. dp ride on niggas, blast on niggas, dip and put the | |
| Smash on niggas | |
| Layzie | |
| It' s a war... there' s a war goin' on... | |
| When the war pop off, where the fuck you gon' be? in the front or the back? city | |
| Under attack every nigga from the 99 | |
| Front line, marchin' with a tech 9 nigga, where my thugs at? if you scared, go | |
| To church muthafucker, matter of fact | |
| While you at it, say a prayer for me i' m prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the | |
| Streets with a gotdamn beat my heat close to me | |
| Khaki suits and fatigues, nigga dressed to kill nigga, yes, i will put a slug | |
| In you nigga, what you wanna do | |
| Cuz i' m ready to shoot? and my hightech boots got me feelin' bulletproof i' m a | |
| Superman nigga, g. i. joe like the wind | |
| Blowin' throu a nigga' area more dead enemies i count up the merrier and you | |
| Ain' t heard no collaboration scarier | |
| I' m a walkin' nightmare, and i' m born to die if the war goin' on, whats | |
| Happenin'? if you disrepectin' my family it' ll be hell to | |
| Tell the captain fuck all you playa haters and you popos fuck all you | |
| Politicians this' war dedication to the criminal nation | |
| Let the real thugs even the score | |
| refrain |
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