World war.
This is combat. I don't think these n***as really know. This sh** is for
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthaf**in' thugs get the f** up, and put your guns in the muthaf**in' air, and bust the muthaf**as like you just don't care, and f** the muthaf**in' police, and k** all the muthaf**in' enemies!
n***a, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up b**h? We can roll. Anybody wanna f** with me? 'Cause I'm down to f** back with you. What you wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its real--f** a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? n***a, we never ever run from no man, and fear none.
If you see their click, then n***as, get the big guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the b**h run. He said he came to get some; n***a, he ain't really want none. Don't let them s**as fool ya. Bustas won't do too much [n***a ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb sh** comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these n***as gotta lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? n***a your head got cracked. We heard what they said--said that my n***as fled. But y'all n***as know what's up. What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? sh**, then come on.
World war.
Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . n***a, bet our n***as comin' to bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. n***a protect your brain. Get a gun and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my n***a. We can handle that any way you want to handle static. n***a, thugstyle, buckwild. Some tear-up-the-club sh**? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin' around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet, but the n***a with the heater.
I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that look and sound like Bone. Give a muthaf**a more than Speedknots. And when he run up to get punked, give a n***a lumps. Y'all n***as ain't Mobsters, 'cause if it was the mob n***a, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for n***as to hold on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for war.
World War.