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 nigga´s plan is 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.
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 speakin´, brothas don´t hit, they´re weak and wrapped up in white 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.
Bizzy: Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war (when a we beat your hoes) somebody´s issuin´ out my car, beat ´em and get long gone with a pistol in my (?) through me, runnin´ through my pores, star, and they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the gun, end up gettin´ them pinned, so (...?...) 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, horror all across Rip´s face, but I won´t get caught in love. Uh-uh, when I makes you want it, yes, some are (?), I ´m thinkin´ ´bout bloody, sip of the drink and roll, but I had gun before you knows, don´t roll, and I gotta go and face it, so picture me nearly dearly gettin´ judged, 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 set, 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 grindin´. 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
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.