- Song Name: Wasteland Warriors
- Artist Name: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
- Album: The Art of War
- Songwriters: Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane, Charles Scruggs, Souljah Boy, Steven Howse, Tim Middleton, Willie Lyons
- Release Date: 1997.08.05
- Label: Ruthless Records
LYRICS FOR "Wasteland Warriors"
Yeah
P.O.D.'d
Fin to put this s*** down like this
(We off to the ghetto
What if we slowed it down?
Then
I know niggas would f*** around
And say we tried to steal your style
Come on to funky town
Thuggish ruggish Bone
My niggas is older
So
Gon' be ready to roll
(Ready to roll)
It's part of no static
But
And wanted a piece of the cake
It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we s***'s real
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan
And schemin' for the money
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
[Unverified] reciprocal
They don't know it
Oh
When I pop
(Pop
That funk 'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh
Wasteland warriors
Warriors ride
(Bloody murder
(Murder
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder
(Murder
War corruptin' my mind
You know it is
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop
Where your troops is down to get loose
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count
And the first nigga step up
You shouldna been takin' my f*****' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound
It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit
While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame
Boom to bangs
Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well
Nigga
Just might killa
We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Street sweeper get your ass deceased
Warriors ride
Bloody murder
Murder
bloody murder
Murder
Rip quick to kill ya
Nigga
We [unverified] somebody [unverified]
With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]
And they call war
Clones get the thug
Your face be on that table
Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em
And your luck get f***** up
I'm still runnin' from feds
But I won't get cut and love
What it makes you want my [unverified] yes
Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge
Aw
Nowhere to run
Let's make these jealous b****** pay
I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]
Feelin' it might save me
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend
Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like
And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city
Destroy y'all
It may be
Little Lay been dodgin' hits
And outta the way
And you know I get greater later
It's all about perfect timin'
It's about perfect timin'
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed
But let me get my gauge
Leatherface
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin'
Warriors ride
(Bloody murder
(Murder
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder
(Murder
War corruptin' my mind
Oh
Wasteland warriors
We stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
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