Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Ain't Nothin Changed
Hatin Nation
Wasteland Warriors
Whom Die They Lie
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Wasteland Warriors

[Featuring Souljah Boy]
Krayzie:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga.
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin, fin to put this shit down like this,
nigga.
[We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto . . .]
What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me. I know
niggas would fuck around and say we tried to steal your
style. Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest,
thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us.
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload. So, when them
funky, funky jump me, gon' be ready to roll [ready to
roll]. It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid, but, oh
no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. It
kinda pissed me off that (?) figured they could get skills, but when
kept on disrespectin', make 'em think we shit's real, nigga. I
'm from the Land where every niggas plan and schemin' for the money,
man, so we packin', and they don't understand them
niggas rappin' but still they actin' like criminals. (?) reciprocal,
they don't know it, even though. Oh, no, no, can't let you go.
When I pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funk'll gon' blow you away. Playa
hation strikes a nerve everyday.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we
stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
War corruptin' my mind.
Souljah Boy:
You know it is, what it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me when I be
droppin', and these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and
back, don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these
where your troops is down to get loose, bitch, 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, get shut down. You shouldna been takin' my fuckin'
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, they're weak and
wrapped up in my sheet, while your bullethole still be
bleedin', but here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin'
bank. Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs,
nigga insanes, out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn
well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa. Nigga, bow down, and I'm
outta your picture. Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds
spiller, we done muthafuck you and you don't wanna see fade
'em all with the blood heater, streetsweeper get your ass deceased.
Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
War corruptin' my mind.
Bizzy:
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, what you
saw, we (......?......) somebody (...?...) with a pistol runnin'
through (?) and they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the
thug, end up gettin' them (...?...) gotta break, your face be on
that table, ready for more, y'all clone him, and what if I got my
peeps to flip in and vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em
up, and your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck, I'm still
runnin' from feds, (?) all the disrespect but I won't get cut
and love. Uh-uh. What it makes you want my (?) yes, some are (?),
thinkin' me bloody get with the (?) 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, roll.
Layzie:
Aw, shit! Nowhere to run; here come judgement day. Let's make these
jealous bitches pay, uh-huh. I'm off in the midst, and
runnin' and chasin' and casin' your (?), feelin' it might save me,
baby, gotta be goin' through this life, I snatch your life just like
it's
a day which type'll it be? Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500
Benz, you know I got ends to spend, top ten (?), count
dividends, and I'm rollin' still real. Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?''
And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas Mo Thug
employ in my city, destroy y'all, how wicked is this? It may be, nigga
just gotta keep real, baby, lately. Little Lay been dodgin'
hits, try to keep all my people safe and outta the way. And you know I
get greater later, so I continue windin'. It's all about
perfect timin', feel me, it's about perfect timin', hear me. What's on
my muthafuckin' mind in this: these playa haters got me
pissed, bitch. But let me get my gauge. Leatherface, go get your mask.
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas,
everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'--the #l Assassin.
Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play]
War corruptin' my mind.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we
stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind

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Hatin Nation

Krayzie:
Playa, playa, playa, hate me, hate me.
Playa, playa, playa, fuck it, we don't care.
Playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].
Krayzie:
Don't let that murda murda get ya, man. Don't let that murda murda get
ya, baby. Don't let that murda, murda get you, man,
yeah, yeah, yeah. Playa hation has begun to rise, and it's contagious,
baby, better not let it get you man, hater hater hater,
haters hate and it's on, it's on, and if I had a wish I would teach
the world to be a thug in harmony, perfect harmony. Gather,
souls, get up, get up, and let us move on [move on]. Maybe some could
follow if their hearts were not so cold to us. Bone
come and venture through the family scripture, flip through every page
and you'll find true niggas like no other kind [kind], and
I'm sick of muthafuckas tryin' to see the thuggish ruggish, so I went
and bought a black Mossberg pump, pump for you. Tell
me, what do you see? Slim nigga in a mask. I'm mad and fin to blast,
dash. Do you know what it means to just leave us, leave
us, leave us alone? You know we picture endin' them phony ways,
pretender. You know we picture endin' them phony ways,
pretender.
Layzie:
Nigga, won't be fuckin' with no haters in the nine-seven. All the way
to heaven, that's my mission, settin' up, ready for the war,
in position, when the shit jump, niggas won't be slippin'. Nigga
fallin' victim. Really, what's happenin'? I'm a victim just 'cause
I'm rappin', stackin' my cheese and I'm always packin'. Niggas with
nothin' to lose be cappin', and I really don't blame you,
muthafuckas. It's true, what goes around comes around. Since I did
what I did in the past, got a pipe and the stash, and I'm
ready to throw down, low down, dirty muthafuckin' shame, in a world so
cruel. It's niggas like you, who just be disrespectin'
the game. Before I had a little money, niggas was hatin' me just for
nothin', breakin' my gear and thinkin' it's funny, get around
bitches, and niggas be frontin', but I'm just hustlin', strugglin',
jugglin' with a lot of frustrations, livin' in this nation of playa
hation
with a fucked-up situation I'm facin'.
Krayzie:
Playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].
Wish:
Haters dry your eyes, eyes, eyes, and hold on, hold on, 'cause we're
ballin', ballin', ballin', y'all. We gon' keep it goin' strong,
oh, oh. We really thuggish ruggish, you can love us, you can hate us.
We can deal with you, but if ya niggas come around
playa hatin', sayin' hey man, them the worse ones--you know like, take
a bitch on you on the low, spend somethin' that you'll
call all the time, but that nigga always talkin' about he could have
did somethin' better than you, already done did it, just hatin',
you know, and I know who you be, we see all ya'll. Playa haters, fuck
ya'll. Playa haters, fuck ya'll. Don't you hate on me.
Don't you hate on me. I'll put the beam on y'all muthafuckas. I said
I'll put the beam on y'all muthafuckas.
Don't you hate on me . . .
If you spend more time concentrating on your own shit than playa
hatin' mine, you might make something, muthafuckas. Hate
on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on
Krayzie:
Playa, playa, playa, hate me, hate me.
Playa, playa, playa, fuck it, we don't care.
Bizzy:
Nigga, there's far more pictures of the scriptures, missed 'em 'cause
they're despicable, but, bitch you're makin' millions off my
physical residual. Tradtional, but mystical, where were you at when
pistols blow? And what about welfare and health care?
Well, I guess that missed you, ho. And I guess you (...?...), and if
there be broke-asses knowin' for the moment, noticed you
'fraid, 'cause (...?...).
Krayzie:
Playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].
Playa hater [hater, hater], playa hater [hater, hater]

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Whom Die They Lie

Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time.
I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get
drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em
blast, and nigga, bet I (?), then move, true to the murder mo, gladly,
'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow
fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me
like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me,
but I handle my business, so lately I can handle my shady, kill 'em,
but we think I'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me in
prison and give me time, I'm ready for the gun to go get 'em and I'm a
fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie
if I decide, lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye,
I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie.
Flesh:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Flesh:
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]
Flesh:
Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin'
dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the
playas, they hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth (...?...)
and they lose, lookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they
lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin'
up with gauges. Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I
buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off late at night. So, what
if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to
testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady,
we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that
you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I
wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you
through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on
top of (?) when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I
plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fuckas on their own
line, don't make 'em tell it to ya twice, when you crack
a grip, keep it real, but you should (?) pay the price (?).
Layzie:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Layzie:
Whom die they lie [Shot.]
Layzie:
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on
a mission, grind, be plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do
or die, nigga, you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these
niggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got me
strugglin' for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo, I gotta get paid
and blaze. So swift not to catch a case, crept up in his place
while the nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on,
'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget this evenin'. Nigga
had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off
into his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they
lookin' for me, but I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find
me. Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city, see me when I'm
servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in the C-Town, spot 'em
on the avenue, (?) he's passin' through, get 'em at the
next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your
forehead. Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]
I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand, answerin' niggas, poppin'
enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they
get the coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon
as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look,
and what you see--Krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause I got
a fuckin' bag of weed. I'll be leavin' sale now on the scene.
I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after me,
but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shoulda fled, but you
didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta
the sea, meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St. Clair,
Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you
wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid, or
your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days. Crime, yes, it
pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it, never act a fool with
it, broad, 'cause your losin' me. Tell a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a
nigga told another nigga, "I know who did it." Rollin' with
the thuggish bunch of all. Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your
balls. It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die, whom
die, die, they lie.
Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

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Ain't Nothin Changed

Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang.
Mo Thugs is all you claim, stay thug up in this game and remain the
same.
So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear
pistols poppin', buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come
up, a come up, a come up.
Everybody get up, get down.
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip. Gotta
have another bill, y'all. Dog, I need all my change.
Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit. That's
why we choose this thugsta music. You just move it.
Don't abuse it, do it oh so lovely. Gotta get, gotta get, get money
[mo' money]. Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real, and I'm
ready to show when they let niggas roll with Mo Thug. Hit the shit,
then we roll with murder, we told ya. Rollin', blowin' indo,
we go, niggas doubted we are trues, yeah. Ready to bust on anything.
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Nobody move, won't
nobody get hurt.
Break it down.
Killa, Me killa, killa . . .
Layzie:
I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin, before
it's my time. I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a
dime. Everyday it's the same, and I gotta mine to the grind. My mental
be stressed on my pistol, my only untensil for cheddar.
It's on the level--war. Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or
my pleasure. Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all
through my hood? Sit back, everything gon' be all good. Niggas ridin'
real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain. It's all the
same. It's all the same. Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no
pain, no gain. You straight up hangin', and that's shame.
How long we'll reign. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang, ain't
nothin' to do to get outta this game [outta this game].
Run, we came with consistency, instantly and guard them greens of the
earth. We're resistance, baby, baby, tell me what do
you wanna do? Tell me, what do you wanna do? You can ride and smoke
with me, or I can ride and smoke with you. It's all
cool. It's all cool. It's all cool. Act a fool. Act a fool. It's all
cool. It's all cool.
Bizzy:
Ready when I got my pistol, and got to flip, and when in my hood,
should be animal and gnarl, wanna go shut you down and
eat breakfast, oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.,
and away you go, and I got (...?...) mo, little bit, you
know so, hit it, me stumble (...?...) and even scuffle, and I heard my
little brother smacked the shit out you bitch, and bust you,
hear my nationwide "fuck you, fuck you." I got people that you trust,
who needs some greens, and really don't love you.
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to (?), an everyday thang
and I bang your brains, nigga.
Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.
Wish:
It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang, it's an everyday
thang, thang.
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang, it's an everyday buck,
buck, buck, bang.
Calm me down. It ain't gon' change. We won't change. Bone
thugs-n-harmony, we keeps it realer. Tell me, can you feel us,
feel us, feel us? Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware,
'cause we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the
time. Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got
mine. Fuck with mine, fuck with mine. East 99 is the street, keep it
on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got
heat, hurt them who tried to hurt me. B-O-N-E, 'cause I'm rollin with
ya, 'cause I'm rollin' with ya, 'cause I'm rollin' with ya.
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang. It's
an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday buck, buck,
buck, bang.
Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed

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