[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show

Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go

As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell

Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know



[Bizzy] Yeah, yeah



[Chorus]



[Bizzy - over Chorus]

Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em

Let's get this shit started baby

This why I like this shit, it's like this



[Bizzy Bone]

I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey)

I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby

It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon

Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya

Crack the devil's head (ha ha)

Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium

Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium

Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium

Buck the money y'all, yeah

That's the season, that's the season

Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil

They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper

Latch gate keeper

They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers

Warrior with a speaker

Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong

But when the karma comes back in other physical forms

Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up

Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch

So what if I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change

People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane

Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love

With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior Jesus

We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did

They humble about love but love is here

we struggle up over the form for fears

We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer

Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get

Warriors



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show

Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show

Carry my baby, wherever you need to go

Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go



So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess

Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless

We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now

And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style

But it'd be realer if you really love me

And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me

Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game

In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey

Warriors



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

By the grace of God, by the grace of God

Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God

Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to

Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to

Cause we are warriors



[Chorus]



[Outro: Bizzy Bone]

By the grace of God, and by the grace of God

And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ

Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors

Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors

One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen

That shit is just rappin what you do