Lyrics: The War Iz On
Album: Thug Mentality 1999
Artist: Krayzie Bone
 

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-