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Battlezone

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  アルバム:BTNHResurrection  作詞:HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STANLEY/HOWSE STEVEN/HUTTON LENTON  作曲:HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STANLEY/HOWSE STEVEN/HUTTON LENTON 

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Bizzy (Krayzie) Pick up you'r wings and prepare them to fly (Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah,souljah) In the battlezone,the battlezone (Bone thug souljah,souljah,bone thug) Swing low (swing low) Sweet chariot (sweet chariot) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked up on jordan and (what did )what did I see (what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (What did I see,what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (Listen to my battle cry Come on,come on in my battlezone (aaah my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come in my battlezone (Listen to my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on Have me come for (aaah my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on (come on) Have me come for (Bizzy) One,two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna kill me will i die in 1999 smoking phillies Bizzy the kid was bustin in the ceilin in my big claim Kickin on somethig 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 I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle (green bay) 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 lke a meal of ticket Arrest the block they couldn't pin it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned!,court's adjouned! Rest and burn! (Layzie) I can't sleep at night cause I lay in my bed And I be tossin and turnin trying to avoid my dreams And I can hear the niggas lettin off they lead around the corner Got me feelin paranoia like they coming for me And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacing 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 got 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 鈥淜ill Kill鈥 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 being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in the battle zone blastin shit Put the match on shit straight up gassin shit


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