Battlezone Lyrics
| Song | Battlezone |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | BTNHResurrection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly | |
| Souljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSwing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Swing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| I looked up on | |
| Jordan and what did | |
| I seeComin’ forth to carry me home | |
| What did I see | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| One, two look at the telly | |
| They drew my picture with | |
| Bob Marley | |
| They probably wanna kill me, will | |
| I die?In 1999 smokin' phillies, | |
| Bizzy the kid | |
| Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim | |
| Kickin' on somethin' and dig this | |
| Got to feel it, catch and don't let go | |
| Wretched in a fro, | |
| Bone watchin' for the po po | |
| Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo | |
| Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle | |
| Comin' out a 4-door | |
| Benz and I spend a lot for show | |
| No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men | |
| Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket | |
| Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it | |
| For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the | |
| PharaohMurder mo, curly, | |
| I heard it lower and return it burn | |
| When our niggas still shermed out | |
| Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn | |
| I can't sleep at night 'cause | |
| I lay in my bed | |
| And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams | |
| And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner | |
| Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me | |
| And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth | |
| So much shit on my mind, so many things to do | |
| So little time a nigga really got to do it in | |
| Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots | |
| From the minute nigga step outside | |
| Nina Ross on my hip and | |
| I gots to pack one | |
| Just like | |
| Little Eazy- | |
| E told you and me“ | |
| Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun” | |
| And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill | |
| Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin' | |
| When the shit poppin' off in my direction | |
| Nigga got a 17-shot for protection | |
| Life ain't no joke | |
| Too many niggas | |
| I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul | |
| Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd | |
| And hit him dead in his mouth for bein’ loud and wild | |
| Shit is real | |
| Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit | |
| Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit | |
| Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit | |
| It's that same nigga runnin' with the | |
| AK-47Bustin' niggas in the belly | |
| Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache | |
| Get back at that nigga faster than | |
| Fed-ExThey're runnin', retreatin', screamin', “ | |
| Mayday, we're goin' down” | |
| Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors? | |
| Talkin' about we split up' | |
| Cause I see | |
| Krayzie, Layzie, | |
| Bizzy, Wish, | |
| FleshNiggas really need to shut that shit up | |
| If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble | |
| We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle | |
| The name of the game is ‘ | |
| Block the basket, strike him out’ | |
| Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble | |
| Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine | |
| Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die | |
| I never keep my enemies close' | |
| Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough | |
| Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile | |
| And hit 'em with the millimeter and | |
| I show a bitch kill a nigga | |
| See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me | |
| I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up | |
| Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama | |
| Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me' | |
| Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that | |
| I used to be | |
| Look how the haters give a nigga attitude | |
| Nigga, sick of bein’ humble | |
| Now I'm like fuck that | |
| I gotta get mine | |
| They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love' | |
| Cause in the game you get fucked every time | |
| You get this feelin' inside my bloodline | |
| Somebody finna get fucked up | |
| If a nigga don't get some satisfaction | |
| Blastin' like a madman | |
| Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action | |
| Yeah, my Bone | |
| Thug niggas, come on | |
| If any one of you niggas got any problems | |
| Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em | |
| Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder | |
| While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga | |
| We'll already be up in you | |
| Now hater feel us, who the realest? | |
| The Bone Thug killas | |
| If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em | |
| Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs | |
| Jumpin' all on the bandwagon | |
| Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns | |
| Thugged out with they pants saggin' | |
| They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics | |
| The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards | |
| Put 'em all in body bags and caskets | |
| Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass' | |
| Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back | |
| Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here | |
| Fight to whoever blood be spilled first | |
| Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse? | |
| Not me, I'm determined to wake up | |
| And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me? | |
| Quicker than a clocked damn missile | |
| Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye | |
| Then we makin' sure that nigga die | |
| Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out |
| Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly | |
| Souljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSwing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Swing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| I looked up on | |
| Jordan and what did | |
| I seeComin' forth to carry me home | |
| What did I see | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| One, two look at the telly | |
| They drew my picture with | |
| Bob Marley | |
| They probably wanna kill me, will | |
| I die? In 1999 smokin' phillies, | |
| Bizzy the kid | |
| Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim | |
| Kickin' on somethin' and dig this | |
| Got to feel it, catch and don' t let go | |
| Wretched in a fro, | |
| Bone watchin' for the po po | |
| Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo | |
| Gotta stand, it' s turnin' to a jungle | |
| Comin' out a 4door | |
| Benz and I spend a lot for show | |
| No, no, don' t spend a lot contend with a men | |
| Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket | |
| Arrest the block, they couldn' t pin it, better send it | |
| For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the | |
| PharaohMurder mo, curly, | |
| I heard it lower and return it burn | |
| When our niggas still shermed out | |
| Court' s adjourned, court' s adjourned, rest and burn | |
| I can' t sleep at night ' cause | |
| I lay in my bed | |
| And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams | |
| And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner | |
| Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me | |
| And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth | |
| So much shit on my mind, so many things to do | |
| So little time a nigga really got to do it in | |
| Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots | |
| From the minute nigga step outside | |
| Nina Ross on my hip and | |
| I gots to pack one | |
| Just like | |
| Little Eazy | |
| E told you and me" | |
| Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun" | |
| And that' s real, leave it for the dollar bill | |
| Niggas' ll holler, " Kill, kill", then start flexin' | |
| When the shit poppin' off in my direction | |
| Nigga got a 17shot for protection | |
| Life ain' t no joke | |
| Too many niggas | |
| I know was takin' shit for granted and that' s foul | |
| Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd | |
| And hit him dead in his mouth for bein' loud and wild | |
| Shit is real | |
| Ain' t none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit | |
| Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit | |
| Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit | |
| It' s that same nigga runnin' with the | |
| AK47Bustin' niggas in the belly | |
| Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache | |
| Get back at that nigga faster than | |
| FedExThey' re runnin', retreatin', screamin', " | |
| Mayday, we' re goin' down" | |
| Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors? | |
| Talkin' about we split up' | |
| Cause I see | |
| Krayzie, Layzie, | |
| Bizzy, Wish, | |
| FleshNiggas really need to shut that shit up | |
| If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble | |
| We wilder than any animal that' s in the jungle | |
| The name of the game is ' | |
| Block the basket, strike him out' | |
| Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble | |
| Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain' t a friend of mine | |
| Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that' s when you die | |
| I never keep my enemies close' | |
| Cause I got a perfect view of ' em in my scope, that' s close enough | |
| Leather Face' ll fuck a nigga up and smile | |
| And hit ' em with the millimeter and | |
| I show a bitch kill a nigga | |
| See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me | |
| I' m willin' to bet that ' cha get lit up | |
| Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there' s gon' be drama | |
| Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me' | |
| Cause I ain' t that quiet nigga that | |
| I used to be | |
| Look how the haters give a nigga attitude | |
| Nigga, sick of bein' humble | |
| Now I' m like fuck that | |
| I gotta get mine | |
| They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain' t no love' | |
| Cause in the game you get fucked every time | |
| You get this feelin' inside my bloodline | |
| Somebody finna get fucked up | |
| If a nigga don' t get some satisfaction | |
| Blastin' like a madman | |
| Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action | |
| Yeah, my Bone | |
| Thug niggas, come on | |
| If any one of you niggas got any problems | |
| Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve ' em | |
| Don' t be mumblin', speak a little louder | |
| While you steady talkin' like you' re louder than the next nigga | |
| We' ll already be up in you | |
| Now hater feel us, who the realest? | |
| The Bone Thug killas | |
| If there' s any objections, nigga deal with ' em | |
| Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs | |
| Jumpin' all on the bandwagon | |
| Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns | |
| Thugged out with they pants saggin' | |
| They actin' but when it' s really time to show some tactics | |
| The niggas don' t have ' em, we murdered the bastards | |
| Put ' em all in body bags and caskets | |
| Drop ' em in the river, splash, that' s that ass' | |
| Cause when we clash, ain' t no comin' back | |
| Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here | |
| Fight to whoever blood be spilled first | |
| Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse? | |
| Not me, I' m determined to wake up | |
| And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me? | |
| Quicker than a clocked damn missile | |
| Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye | |
| Then we makin' sure that nigga die | |
| Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out |
| Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly | |
| Souljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSouljah, souljah, | |
| Bone ThugSwing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Swing low sweet chariot | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| I looked up on | |
| Jordan and what did | |
| I seeComin' forth to carry me home | |
| What did I see | |
| Comin' forth to carry me home | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| Listen to my battle cry | |
| My battle cry | |
| One, two look at the telly | |
| They drew my picture with | |
| Bob Marley | |
| They probably wanna kill me, will | |
| I die? In 1999 smokin' phillies, | |
| Bizzy the kid | |
| Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim | |
| Kickin' on somethin' and dig this | |
| Got to feel it, catch and don' t let go | |
| Wretched in a fro, | |
| Bone watchin' for the po po | |
| Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo | |
| Gotta stand, it' s turnin' to a jungle | |
| Comin' out a 4door | |
| Benz and I spend a lot for show | |
| No, no, don' t spend a lot contend with a men | |
| Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket | |
| Arrest the block, they couldn' t pin it, better send it | |
| For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the | |
| PharaohMurder mo, curly, | |
| I heard it lower and return it burn | |
| When our niggas still shermed out | |
| Court' s adjourned, court' s adjourned, rest and burn | |
| I can' t sleep at night ' cause | |
| I lay in my bed | |
| And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams | |
| And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner | |
| Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me | |
| And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth | |
| So much shit on my mind, so many things to do | |
| So little time a nigga really got to do it in | |
| Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots | |
| From the minute nigga step outside | |
| Nina Ross on my hip and | |
| I gots to pack one | |
| Just like | |
| Little Eazy | |
| E told you and me" | |
| Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun" | |
| And that' s real, leave it for the dollar bill | |
| Niggas' ll holler, " Kill, kill", then start flexin' | |
| When the shit poppin' off in my direction | |
| Nigga got a 17shot for protection | |
| Life ain' t no joke | |
| Too many niggas | |
| I know was takin' shit for granted and that' s foul | |
| Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd | |
| And hit him dead in his mouth for bein' loud and wild | |
| Shit is real | |
| Ain' t none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit | |
| Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit | |
| Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit | |
| It' s that same nigga runnin' with the | |
| AK47Bustin' niggas in the belly | |
| Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache | |
| Get back at that nigga faster than | |
| FedExThey' re runnin', retreatin', screamin', " | |
| Mayday, we' re goin' down" | |
| Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors? | |
| Talkin' about we split up' | |
| Cause I see | |
| Krayzie, Layzie, | |
| Bizzy, Wish, | |
| FleshNiggas really need to shut that shit up | |
| If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble | |
| We wilder than any animal that' s in the jungle | |
| The name of the game is ' | |
| Block the basket, strike him out' | |
| Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble | |
| Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain' t a friend of mine | |
| Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that' s when you die | |
| I never keep my enemies close' | |
| Cause I got a perfect view of ' em in my scope, that' s close enough | |
| Leather Face' ll fuck a nigga up and smile | |
| And hit ' em with the millimeter and | |
| I show a bitch kill a nigga | |
| See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me | |
| I' m willin' to bet that ' cha get lit up | |
| Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there' s gon' be drama | |
| Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me' | |
| Cause I ain' t that quiet nigga that | |
| I used to be | |
| Look how the haters give a nigga attitude | |
| Nigga, sick of bein' humble | |
| Now I' m like fuck that | |
| I gotta get mine | |
| They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain' t no love' | |
| Cause in the game you get fucked every time | |
| You get this feelin' inside my bloodline | |
| Somebody finna get fucked up | |
| If a nigga don' t get some satisfaction | |
| Blastin' like a madman | |
| Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action | |
| Yeah, my Bone | |
| Thug niggas, come on | |
| If any one of you niggas got any problems | |
| Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve ' em | |
| Don' t be mumblin', speak a little louder | |
| While you steady talkin' like you' re louder than the next nigga | |
| We' ll already be up in you | |
| Now hater feel us, who the realest? | |
| The Bone Thug killas | |
| If there' s any objections, nigga deal with ' em | |
| Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs | |
| Jumpin' all on the bandwagon | |
| Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns | |
| Thugged out with they pants saggin' | |
| They actin' but when it' s really time to show some tactics | |
| The niggas don' t have ' em, we murdered the bastards | |
| Put ' em all in body bags and caskets | |
| Drop ' em in the river, splash, that' s that ass' | |
| Cause when we clash, ain' t no comin' back | |
| Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here | |
| Fight to whoever blood be spilled first | |
| Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse? | |
| Not me, I' m determined to wake up | |
| And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me? | |
| Quicker than a clocked damn missile | |
| Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye | |
| Then we makin' sure that nigga die | |
| Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out | |
| Nigga, we ride out, ride out |
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