The War Iz On Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song The War Iz On as performed together by Krayzie Bone&Kurupt&Layzie Bone&Snoop Dogg

Lyrics to song The War Iz On by Krayzie Bone feat. Kurupt&Layzie Bone&Snoop Dogg

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-