Krayzie Bone World War Lyrics

World War Lyrics

World war. 



This is combat. I don't think these niggas really 

know. This sh*t is for real--this is not a game. So 

all my real muthaf**kin' 

thugs get the f**k up, and put your guns in the 

muthaf**kin' air, and bust the muthaf**kas like you 

just don't care, and f**k the 

muthaf**kin' police, and 

kill all the muthaf**kin' enemies! 


Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. 

What's up bit*h? We can roll. Anybody wanna f**k 

with me? 'Cause I'm 

down to f**k back with you. What you wanna do, 

huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We 

do it 'cause its 

real--f**k 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 bit*h 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 sh*t 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 muthaf**ka 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.