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Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999
-Refrain- 
Buck, Buck! Buck! Where my thugs at? Where my thugs at! Where the fk my thugs 
at?shots throughout 
Are you ready for war? Gotta be ready for war! Are you ready for war? Gotta be 
ready for war 
Krayzie 
Foward, march! Pull out your weapon; aim directly for the heart/ Buck the brain 
and make sure everything stop 
And listen to the shells dropsounds As we steady poppin' round after round 
off, trumpets fade around us
Runnin thru the muth*fkin' mud and rain 
 ' on a mission
Shirt full of blood 
stains, but I'm still livin', cuz I got the will and the skills to 
make it out the killin' fields alive and killin' still
This the type of s**t 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 s**t for no fashion 
You'll see how real it is when we start blastin'
Fake   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, nigg*? Why you tell them people 
you was killas? I put this on my dead thugs
When they jump we gon' tear it up 
Torp*do one, bomb torp*do two to see the 
destruction/ Military-minded/ So we will win/ Strategize, that's all I am 
fkin' about is strategies/ It's all about reality 
And nigg*, that's meshots throughout 
Chorus
Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the (pin the...)situation
Makin' sure the 
enemies weak before we invade 'em 
Then we break 'em (He broke, broke, broke...) Organization is a factor, comin' 
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 nigg* 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 fk some s**t up and let's get 
rid of the law, of course; Voluntarily or by force
This s**t 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 girls slugs back
It's like that, buck, 
buck, buck, buck 
Chorus
Thugs, everywhere you go you see 'em
  wanna be 'em
Meet the real 
thuggish ruggish   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, nigg* 
You'll meet the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close
I'll blow your fkin' head right off your shoulders 
Cuz everything to me is war
I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before I'm captured 
(fk that) fkin' with these muth*fkers 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 shots 
Chorus
We are ready for war...