Krayzie Bone

Krayzie Bone - Where My Thugs At lyrics

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Buck, buck, buck, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war

Foward, march! Pull out your weapon, aim directly for the heart
Buck the brain and make sure everything stop
And listen to the shells drop, as we steady poppin'
Round after round off, trumpets fade around us

Runnin' thru the muthafuckin' mud and rain
Niggas' on a mission
Shirt full of blood
Stains, but I'm still livin' 'cuz I got the will and the skills to

Mmake it out the killin' fields alive and killin' still
This the type of shit
I make you want
Got our suits on, knowin' and willin' to die with our boots on

Dressed in fatigues
This is real, we ain't no actors
We don't wear this shit for no fashion
You'll see how real it is when we start blastin'

Fake niggas always shoot real
Blanks, we in the steel tanks
If this was real
They'd probably crumble

How you come to rumble when you scared of
What's in the jungle, nigga? Why you tell them people
Yyou was killas? I put this on my dead thugs
When they jump we gon' tear it up

Torpedo one, bomb torpedo two to see the destruction
Military-minded, so we will win, strategize, that's all I am
Fuckin' about is strategies, it's all about reality
And nigga, that's me

Buck, buck, buck, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the situation
(Pin the)
Makin' sure the
Enemies weak before we invade 'em

Then we break 'em, organization is a factor, comin'
(He broke, broke, broke)
From 'The Warrior' slash 'The Mad Rapper'
Makin' pushes, jump out the bushes, troopers attack

And the heads of these adversaries
Bring 'em back to me
If you scared, you the first nigga dead and the field is gettin' deeper
Drama gettin' thicker, so I pull my pistol quicker

Kill 'em all if they're not on your team
But watch out for the spies tryin' to
Infiltrate the scene
Know what I mean?

We headed for the justice center
Free all the convicts and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and let's get rid of the law
Of course, voluntarily or by force

This shit just goes on and on, it don't stop
Until they body rott, and they casket drop
In the W A R, we are the mighty, the mighty
The mighty-mighty warriors ready
(Warrior)

If they spittin'
We gon' send 'em bitches slugs back
It's like that buck
Buck, buck, buck

Buck, buck, buck, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war

Thugs, everywhere you go you see 'em
Niggas wanna be 'em
Meet the real
Thuggish ruggish niggas out of Cleveland

The wasteland warriors, wild execution style
Find your body smellin' foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality
Got to keep my mental sharper than a pencil

Got bullets in the clip thou, and
you endangered if you anger me, nigga
You'll meet the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close

I'll blow your fuckin' head right off your shoulders
'Cuz everything to me is war
I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before I'm captured

(Fuck that)
Fuckin' with these muthafuckers down to the last clip
Remember the casualties
Dearly departed

Keep poppin' at these coppers, and we'll drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, your killa's deceased
Where my thugs at? Buck, buck
Get 'em up so I can see 'em, yeah

Buck, buck, buck, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war

We are ready for war
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