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the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nIt's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: The Art of War\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Talking)\n  start_ms: 910\n  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ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my 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nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors 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bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: The Art of War\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: 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that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors 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think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nIt's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War CD2\n  duration_ms: 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end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 218650\n  end_ms: 222240\n- text: War 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funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland 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Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' 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got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: 'The Art of War: World War 2'\n  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hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 218650\n  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your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War 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skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, 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midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nIt's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 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damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  start_ms: 107560\n  end_ms: 109350\n- text: Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  start_ms: 109350\n  end_ms: 111160\n- text: Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  start_ms: 111160\n  end_ms: 112920\n- text: We done muthafuck you\n  start_ms: 112920\n  end_ms: 113850\n- text: And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  start_ms: 113850\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 116520\n- text: Warriors ride\n  start_ms: 116520\n  end_ms: 117440\n- text: Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  start_ms: 117440\n  end_ms: 119200\n- text: Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 119200\n  end_ms: 122800\n- text: Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  start_ms: 122800\n  end_ms: 124710\n- text: Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 124710\n  end_ms: 126520\n- text: Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and 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this #l nigga in my 500 Benz'\n  start_ms: 175270\n  end_ms: 177090\n- text: You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  start_ms: 177090\n  end_ms: 178940\n- text: Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  start_ms: 178940\n  end_ms: 180700\n- text: Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  start_ms: 180700\n  end_ms: 184310\n- text: Mo Thug employ in my city\n  start_ms: 184310\n  end_ms: 186190\n- text: Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  start_ms: 186190\n  end_ms: 187910\n- text: It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  start_ms: 187910\n  end_ms: 188820\n- text: Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  start_ms: 188820\n  end_ms: 189700\n- text: And outta the way\n  start_ms: 189700\n  end_ms: 191530\n- text: And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  start_ms: 191530\n  end_ms: 194250\n- text: It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  start_ms: 194250\n  end_ms: 195100\n- text: It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 218650\n  end_ms: 222240\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 222240\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 240340\n- text: Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  start_ms: 240340\n  end_ms: 242140\n- text: We stressed, we stressed\n  start_ms: 242140\n  end_ms: 243980\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 243980\n  end_ms: 245740\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 245740\n  end_ms: 253810\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 253810\n  end_ms: 259370\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 259370\n  end_ms: 264730\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 264730\n  end_ms: 267620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 267620\nplain: |-\n  (Talking)\n  Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n  P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n  Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\n  What if we slowed it down?\n  Then, nigga, you would hear me\n  I know niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug 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stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the 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your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War 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could get skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nbloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the 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(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to 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stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] it's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 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tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n"},{"id":16809116,"name":"Wasteland Warriors","trackName":"Wasteland Warriors","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":258.744,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talking)\nYeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\nP.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\nFin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\nWhat if we slowed it down?\nThen, nigga, you would hear me\nI know niggas would fuck around\nAnd say we tried to steal your style\nCome on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\nThuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\nMy niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\nSo, when them funky, funky jump me\nGon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\nIt's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\nBut, oh no, niggas heard the flow\nAnd wanted a piece of the cake\nIt kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nbloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nit's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: The Art of War\n  duration_ms: 258744\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Talking)\n  Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n  P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n  Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\n  What if we slowed it down?\n  Then, nigga, you would hear me\n  I know niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my 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shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nbloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nit's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] it's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art of War - Disc 02\n  duration_ms: 268364\n  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funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland 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muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nbloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nit's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] it's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War - World War 2\n  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hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 218650\n  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your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War 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skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, 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in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 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timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 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tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n 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could get skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, 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midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nit's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] it's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 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88560\n- text: That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  start_ms: 88560\n  end_ms: 90350\n- text: Arrest me on the rebound\n  start_ms: 90350\n  end_ms: 92130\n- text: It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  start_ms: 92130\n  end_ms: 94840\n- text: You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  start_ms: 94840\n  end_ms: 95700\n- text: So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  start_ms: 95700\n  end_ms: 96680\n- text: Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  start_ms: 96680\n  end_ms: 98440\n- text: While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  start_ms: 98440\n  end_ms: 100290\n- text: But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  start_ms: 100290\n  end_ms: 102130\n- text: Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  start_ms: 102130\n  end_ms: 104880\n- text: Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  start_ms: 104880\n  end_ms: 105710\n- text: Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  start_ms: 105710\n  end_ms: 107560\n- text: Knowin' 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this #l nigga in my 500 Benz'\n  start_ms: 175270\n  end_ms: 177090\n- text: You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  start_ms: 177090\n  end_ms: 178940\n- text: Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  start_ms: 178940\n  end_ms: 180700\n- text: Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  start_ms: 180700\n  end_ms: 184310\n- text: Mo Thug employ in my city\n  start_ms: 184310\n  end_ms: 186190\n- text: Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  start_ms: 186190\n  end_ms: 187910\n- text: It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  start_ms: 187910\n  end_ms: 188820\n- text: Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  start_ms: 188820\n  end_ms: 189700\n- text: And outta the way\n  start_ms: 189700\n  end_ms: 191530\n- text: And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  start_ms: 191530\n  end_ms: 194250\n- text: It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  start_ms: 194250\n  end_ms: 195100\n- text: it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 218650\n  end_ms: 222240\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 222240\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 240340\n- text: Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  start_ms: 240340\n  end_ms: 242140\n- text: We stressed, we stressed\n  start_ms: 242140\n  end_ms: 243980\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 243980\n  end_ms: 245740\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 245740\n  end_ms: 253810\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 253810\n  end_ms: 259370\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 259370\n  end_ms: 264730\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 264730\n  end_ms: 267620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 267620\nplain: |-\n  (Talking)\n  Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n  P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n  Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\n  What if we slowed it down?\n  Then, nigga, you would hear me\n  I know niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug 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get skills\nBut when kept on disrespectin'\nMake 'em think we shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the Land where every niggas plan\nAnd schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\nAnd they don't understand them niggas rappin'\nBut still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nIt's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to 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judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind 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tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n 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Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n[02:10.18] And they call war, ready for the cause\n[02:13.77] Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n[02:16.45] Your face be on that table, ready for more\n[02:20.91] Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n[02:21.83] And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n[02:22.74] And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n[02:29.96] I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n[02:32.79] But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:24.73] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: MP3's\n  duration_ms: 267722\n  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funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland 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reciprocal\nThey don't know it, even though\nOh, no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\nThat funk'll gon' blow you away\nPlaya hation strikes a nerve everyday\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nYou know it is, what it's gotta be\nAin't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\nAnd these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\nDon't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\nWhere your troops is down to get loose, bitch\nSue these stupid muthafuckas\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause the niggas be down for the count\nAnd the first nigga step up, get shut down\nYou shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\nArrest me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\nYou hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\nSo muthafuck what you's thinkin'\nBrothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\nWhile your bullethole still be bleedin'\nBut here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\nWhy you lame, be actin' strange?\nBoom to bangs, nigga insanes\nOut to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\nKnowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\nNigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\nJust might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\nWe done muthafuck you\nAnd you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\nStreetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\nWarriors ride\nBloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\nbloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\nMurder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\nRip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\nNigga, what you saw\nWe? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\nAnd they call war, ready for the cause\nClones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\nYour face be on that table, ready for more\nY'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\nAnd vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\nAnd your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\nI'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\nBut I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\nWhat it makes you want my? yes, some are?\nThinkin' me bloody get with the?\nAnd roll but I had gun before you knows\nDon't roll, and I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\nAw, shit!\nNowhere to run; here come judgement day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\nFeelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\nI snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\nCome and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\nYou know I got ends to spend, top ten?\nCount dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\nAttitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\nMo Thug employ in my city\nDestroy y'all, how wicked is this?\nIt may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\nLittle Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\nAnd outta the way\nAnd you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\nIt's all about perfect timin', feel me\nit's about perfect timin', hear me\nWhat's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\nThese playa haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n[00:18.05] Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n[00:20.71] My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n[00:22.59] So, when them funky, funky jump me\n[00:24.35] Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n[00:26.22] It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n[00:28.02] But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n[00:29.84] And wanted a piece of the cake\n[00:30.78] It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n[00:33.44] But when kept on disrespectin'\n[00:35.28] Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n[00:37.04] I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n[00:38.84] And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n[00:40.70] And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n[00:43.39] But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n[00:45.15] They don't know it, even though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[01:59.20] Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:02.80] bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n[02:04.71] Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n[02:06.52] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n[02:08.33] Nigga, what you saw\n[02:09.29] We? 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194250\n  end_ms: 195100\n- text: it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217790\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 217790\n  end_ms: 218650\n- 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me\n  I know niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n"},{"id":33663524,"name":"Wasteland Warriors","trackName":"Wasteland Warriors","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Souljah Boy","albumName":"The Art Of War (Disc 2)","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto\nGot my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga\nP.O.D., my nigga Sin\nWe off to the ghetto, ghetto\nFinna put this shit down like this, nigga\n\nWhat if we slow this down?\nThen either you would hear me out\nOr niggas would fuck around\nAnd say we tried to spray this down\nCome in the funky town\nThat's where we gets the rawest\n\nThuggish ruggish fashion\nSho'nuff that's what they call us\nMy niggas is organized, they know when to unload\nSo when the world get funky jock\n\nWe gon' be ready to roll (Ready to roll)\nAin't startin' no static, see, we just out to get paid\nBut oh no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake\nIt kinda pissed me off\nIt's cool if niggas diggin' your skills\nBut when they test, I'm disrespectin'\nMake 'em feel this shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the land where every nigga's plan is killin'\nFor the money, man\n\nSo we packin' and they don't understand\n\nThem niggas rappin', but still they actin' like criminals\nFeelin' they shit's cyclical\n\nThey don't know we're hittin' though\nOh no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pump, pump, pump, that .44 blow\nYou know we ain't playin'\nH-Straight's another payday\n\nOh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors\nWe stress, we stress, we stress\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nYou know what it is\nWhat it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me\nWhen I be droppin' the knees\nMo Thugs wanna slug from the front and back\nDon't stop for the dub or gat, G\nHella poppin' at these weak deuces\nWhere your truce is?\nDown to get loose, bitch, who's these stupid motherfuckers?\n\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause if a nigga be down to clown\nAnd the first nigga step up gets shut down\nYou shoulda been checkin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how a killer do it in the T-Town\nOr catch me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D\nFrom the T to the A to the U to the D\n\nYou hoes ain't got more killers than me\nSo motherfuck what you speakin'\nBullets gon' get to reekin'\nWrapped up in white sheets\nWhile your bullet holes still be leakin'\nIt's the season\nFor the season's all my motherfuckin' pain\nWhile you lames be actin' strange\nBoom to the bang, nigga insane\n'Bout to rearrange this motherfuckin' figure\n\nKnowin' damn well I'm a motherfuckin' killer\n\nNigga, by now, then I'm 'bout to get with ya\nJust like Hitler, yellow cap peeler\nNine rounds, feeler\nMotherfuck you and your mama, see ya\n\nFade 'em all with the blood dealer\n\nStreet sweeper, put your ass to sleep\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nRip, rip, rip, rip it\nWhen I hit that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war\nWhen I'm rippin' your arm\nSomebody listen, I'm on tour\nBe up for the long call\nPut a pistol in my palm and ball\nLip fluid runnin' through my palm\nStart an end to dog wars\nReally wanna call, call\nGet a thug, and don't get in a fizzle\n\nAnd it ain't no slippin' on\nI'ma wreck your safety on that paper\nReady for war, y'all go, hell\nAnd what if I got my peeps to flip in and bolt?\nWe'll go 'head and smoke 'em\nOpen the road, fill it up, get bucked up\nRid of me, fuck, fuck, fuck\nI'm still runnin' in fast forward\n\nOn the roof with snakes, but I'ma get caught\nIn love, uh-huh, well, there she was\n\nIt's over and done\nI'm thinkin' 'bout murder, get with the second gun\n\nBetter have your fun before you know it's over\nAnd I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dead and get a judge and roll\n\nOh, shit, nowhere to run\n\nHere come judgment day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the mix\nI'm runnin' and chasin' and catchin' your set\n\nFeelin' my statement, pay me\nGotta be goin' through the life\nI snatch your life just like yesterday was\nType of bitch come around with someone\nThey get my violent revenge\nYou know I got hits to spit\nTop tens every day\nCount dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n\nAttitude like nigga, what?\nI mean Mo Thug soldier boy\nLike all of them niggas Mo Thugs employ\nI'ma seek and destroy y'all wicked\nThis business, maybe\nNigga just gotta be real, baby, lately\nLay been dodgin' head shots\nKeep all my people safe and out of the way\nAnd you know it get greater later\n\nSo I continue grindin'\nIt's all about perfect timing, feel me?\nIt's all about perfect timing, hear me?\nWhat's on my motherfuckin' mind is this\nThese player haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\n\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these motherfuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'\nThe number one assassin\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\n\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\n\nOh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors\nWe stress, we stress, we stress\nWar could wreck my mind\nWasteland warriors\nWar could wreck my mind\nWasteland warriors\nWar could wreck my 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pissed me off\n  It's cool if niggas diggin' your skills\n  But when they test, I'm disrespectin'\n  Make 'em feel this shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the land where every nigga's plan is killin'\n  For the money, man\n\n  So we packin' and they don't understand\n\n  Them niggas rappin', but still they actin' like criminals\n  Feelin' they shit's cyclical\n\n  They don't know we're hittin' though\n  Oh no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pump, pump, pump, that .44 blow\n  You know we ain't playin'\n  H-Straight's another payday\n\n  Oh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors\n  We stress, we stress, we stress\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  You know what it is\n  What it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me\n  When I be droppin' the knees\n  Mo Thugs wanna slug from the front and back\n  Don't stop for the dub or gat, G\n  Hella poppin' at these weak deuces\n  Where your truce is?\n  Down to get loose, bitch, who's these stupid motherfuckers?\n\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause if a nigga be down to clown\n  And the first nigga step up gets shut down\n  You shoulda been checkin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how a killer do it in the T-Town\n  Or catch me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D\n  From the T to the A to the U to the D\n\n  You hoes ain't got more killers than me\n  So motherfuck what you speakin'\n  Bullets gon' get to reekin'\n  Wrapped up in white sheets\n  While your bullet holes still be leakin'\n  It's the season\n  For the season's all my motherfuckin' pain\n  While you lames be actin' strange\n  Boom to the bang, nigga insane\n  'Bout to rearrange this motherfuckin' figure\n\n  Knowin' damn well I'm a motherfuckin' killer\n\n  Nigga, by now, then I'm 'bout to get with ya\n  Just like Hitler, yellow cap peeler\n  Nine rounds, feeler\n  Motherfuck you and your mama, see ya\n\n  Fade 'em all with the blood dealer\n\n  Street sweeper, put your ass to sleep\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  Rip, rip, rip, rip it\n  When I hit that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war\n  When I'm rippin' your arm\n  Somebody listen, I'm on tour\n  Be up for the long call\n  Put a pistol in my palm and ball\n  Lip fluid runnin' through my palm\n  Start an end to dog wars\n  Really wanna call, call\n  Get a thug, and don't get in a fizzle\n\n  And it ain't no slippin' on\n  I'ma wreck your safety on that paper\n  Ready for war, y'all go, hell\n  And what if I got my peeps to flip in and bolt?\n  We'll go 'head and smoke 'em\n  Open the road, fill it up, get bucked up\n  Rid of me, fuck, fuck, fuck\n  I'm still runnin' in fast forward\n\n  On the roof with snakes, but I'ma get caught\n  In love, uh-huh, well, there she was\n\n  It's over and done\n  I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, get with the second gun\n\n  Better have your fun before you know it's over\n  And I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dead and get a judge and roll\n\n  Oh, shit, nowhere to run\n\n  Here come judgment day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the mix\n  I'm runnin' and chasin' and catchin' your set\n\n  Feelin' my statement, pay me\n  Gotta be goin' through the life\n  I snatch your life just like yesterday was\n  Type of bitch come around with someone\n  They get my violent revenge\n  You know I got hits to spit\n  Top tens every day\n  Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n\n  Attitude like nigga, what?\n  I mean Mo Thug soldier boy\n  Like all of them niggas Mo Thugs employ\n  I'ma seek and destroy y'all wicked\n  This business, maybe\n  Nigga just gotta be real, baby, lately\n  Lay been dodgin' head shots\n  Keep all my people safe and out of the way\n  And you know it get greater later\n\n  So I continue grindin'\n  It's all about perfect timing, feel me?\n  It's all about perfect timing, hear me?\n  What's on my motherfuckin' mind is this\n  These player haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these motherfuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'\n  The number one assassin\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n\n  Oh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland 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roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n(Layzie)\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\nMurder, murder, murder, play, play)\nWar corruptin' my mind\n\nOh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors, we stressed\nWe stressed, we stressed\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind\nWasteland warriors ride\nWar corruptin' my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] (Talking)\n[00:01.84] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\n[00:05.48] P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n[00:07.20] Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n[00:09.98] What if we slowed it down?\n[00:10.88] Then, nigga, you would hear me\n[00:12.65] I know niggas would fuck around\n[00:13.54] And say we tried to steal your style\n[00:15.39] Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the 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nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n[01:24.91] 'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n[01:26.76] And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n[01:27.68] You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n[01:28.56] That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n[01:30.35] Arrest me on the rebound\n[01:32.13] It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n[01:34.84] You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n[01:35.70] So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n[01:36.68] Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n[01:38.44] While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n[01:40.29] But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n[01:42.13] Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n[01:44.88] Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n[01:45.71] Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n[01:47.56] Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n[01:49.35] Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n[01:51.16] Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n[01:52.92] We done muthafuck you\n[01:53.85] And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n[01:55.63] Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n[01:56.52] Warriors ride\n[01:57.44] Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder 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go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[03:08.82] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[03:09.70] And outta the way\n[03:11.53] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[03:14.25] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[03:15.10] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[03:16.92] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n[03:18.72] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[03:20.55] But let me get my gauge\n[03:22.32] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[03:24.26] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[03:26.90] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n[03:32.39] (Layzie)\n[03:33.25] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:35.08] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:37.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[03:38.65] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[03:42.24] War corruptin' my mind\n[03:43.14] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[04:00.34] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[04:02.14] We stressed, we stressed\n[04:03.98] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:05.74] Wasteland warriors ride\n[04:13.81] War corruptin' my mind\n[04:19.37] Wasteland warriors 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know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  start_ms: 191530\n  end_ms: 194250\n- text: It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  start_ms: 194250\n  end_ms: 195100\n- text: It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 195100\n  end_ms: 196920\n- text: 'What''s on my muthafuckin'' mind in this:'\n  start_ms: 196920\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 200550\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 200550\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204260\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 204260\n  end_ms: 206900\n- text: 'Everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'', everlastin'' - the #1 Assassin'\n  start_ms: 206900\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  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nigga\n  P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\n  Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\n  What if we slowed it down?\n  Then, nigga, you would hear me\n  I know niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to steal your style\n  Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\n  Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\n  My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload\n  So, when them funky, funky jump me\n  Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)\n  It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  And wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills\n  But when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals? reciprocal\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n  That funk'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n"},{"id":32418895,"name":"wasteland warriors (ft. souljah boy)","trackName":"wasteland warriors (ft. souljah boy)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto\nGot my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga\nP.O.D., my nigga Sin\nWe off to the ghetto, ghetto\nFinna put this shit down like this, nigga\n\nWhat if we slow this down?\nThen either you would hear me out\nOr niggas would fuck around\nAnd say we tried to spray this down\nCome in the funky town\nThat's where we gets the rawest\n\nThuggish ruggish fashion\nSho'nuff that's what they call us\nMy niggas is organized, they know when to unload\nSo when the world get funky jock\n\nWe gon' be ready to roll (Ready to roll)\nAin't startin' no static, see, we just out to get paid\nBut oh no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake\nIt kinda pissed me off\nIt's cool if niggas diggin' your skills\nBut when they test, I'm disrespectin'\nMake 'em feel this shit's real, nigga\nI'm from the land where every nigga's plan is killin'\nFor the money, man\n\nSo we packin' and they don't understand\n\nThem niggas rappin', but still they actin' like criminals\nFeelin' they shit's cyclical\n\nThey don't know we're hittin' though\nOh no, no, can't let you go\nWhen I pump, pump, pump, that .44 blow\nYou know we ain't playin'\nH-Straight's another payday\n\nOh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors\nWe stress, we stress, we stress\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nYou know what it is\nWhat it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me\nWhen I be droppin' the knees\nMo Thugs wanna slug from the front and back\nDon't stop for the dub or gat, G\nHella poppin' at these weak deuces\nWhere your truce is?\nDown to get loose, bitch, who's these stupid motherfuckers?\n\nDon't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n'Cause if a nigga be down to clown\nAnd the first nigga step up gets shut down\nYou shoulda been checkin' my fuckin' style\nThat's how a killer do it in the T-Town\nOr catch me on the rebound\nIt's the P to the O to the D\nFrom the T to the A to the U to the D\n\nYou hoes ain't got more killers than me\nSo motherfuck what you speakin'\nBullets gon' get to reekin'\nWrapped up in white sheets\nWhile your bullet holes still be leakin'\nIt's the season\nFor the season's all my motherfuckin' pain\nWhile you lames be actin' strange\nBoom to the bang, nigga insane\n'Bout to rearrange this motherfuckin' figure\n\nKnowin' damn well I'm a motherfuckin' killer\n\nNigga, by now, then I'm 'bout to get with ya\nJust like Hitler, yellow cap peeler\nNine rounds, feeler\nMotherfuck you and your mama, see ya\n\nFade 'em all with the blood dealer\n\nStreet sweeper, put your ass to sleep\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nRip, rip, rip, rip it\nWhen I hit that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war\nWhen I'm rippin' your arm\nSomebody listen, I'm on tour\nBe up for the long call\nPut a pistol in my palm and ball\nLip fluid runnin' through my palm\nStart an end to dog wars\nReally wanna call, call\nGet a thug, and don't get in a fizzle\n\nAnd it ain't no slippin' on\nI'ma wreck your safety on that paper\nReady for war, y'all go, hell\nAnd what if I got my peeps to flip in and bolt?\nWe'll go 'head and smoke 'em\nOpen the road, fill it up, get bucked up\nRid of me, fuck, fuck, fuck\nI'm still runnin' in fast forward\n\nOn the roof with snakes, but I'ma get caught\nIn love, uh-huh, well, there she was\n\nIt's over and done\nI'm thinkin' 'bout murder, get with the second gun\n\nBetter have your fun before you know it's over\nAnd I gotta go and face it\nSo picture me nearly dead and get a judge and roll\n\nOh, shit, nowhere to run\n\nHere come judgment day\nLet's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\nI'm off in the mix\nI'm runnin' and chasin' and catchin' your set\n\nFeelin' my statement, pay me\nGotta be goin' through the life\nI snatch your life just like yesterday was\nType of bitch come around with someone\nThey get my violent revenge\nYou know I got hits to spit\nTop tens every day\nCount dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n\nAttitude like nigga, what?\nI mean Mo Thug soldier boy\nLike all of them niggas Mo Thugs employ\nI'ma seek and destroy y'all wicked\nThis business, maybe\nNigga just gotta be real, baby, lately\nLay been dodgin' head shots\nKeep all my people safe and out of the way\nAnd you know it get greater later\n\nSo I continue grindin'\nIt's all about perfect timing, feel me?\nIt's all about perfect timing, hear me?\nWhat's on my motherfuckin' mind is this\nThese player haters got me pissed, bitch\nBut let me get my gauge\n\nLeatherface, go get your mask\nWe gon' blast and roll on these motherfuckin' niggas\nEverlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'\nThe number one assassin\n\nWar could wreck my mind\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWar could wreck my mind\n\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\nWasteland warriors\n\nMurder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\nMurder, murder, baby\n\nOh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\nWasteland warriors\nWe stress, we stress, we stress\nWar could wreck my mind\nWasteland warriors\nWar could wreck my mind\nWasteland warriors\nWar could wreck my mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: wasteland warriors (ft. souljah boy)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto\n  Got my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga\n  P.O.D., my nigga Sin\n  We off to the ghetto, ghetto\n  Finna put this shit down like this, nigga\n\n  What if we slow this down?\n  Then either you would hear me out\n  Or niggas would fuck around\n  And say we tried to spray this down\n  Come in the funky town\n  That's where we gets the rawest\n\n  Thuggish ruggish fashion\n  Sho'nuff that's what they call us\n  My niggas is organized, they know when to unload\n  So when the world get funky jock\n\n  We gon' be ready to roll (Ready to roll)\n  Ain't startin' no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  But oh no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake\n  It kinda pissed me off\n  It's cool if niggas diggin' your skills\n  But when they test, I'm disrespectin'\n  Make 'em feel this shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the land where every nigga's plan is killin'\n  For the money, man\n\n  So we packin' and they don't understand\n\n  Them niggas rappin', but still they actin' like criminals\n  Feelin' they shit's cyclical\n\n  They don't know we're hittin' though\n  Oh no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pump, pump, pump, that .44 blow\n  You know we ain't playin'\n  H-Straight's another payday\n\n  Oh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors\n  We stress, we stress, we stress\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  You know what it is\n  What it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me\n  When I be droppin' the knees\n  Mo Thugs wanna slug from the front and back\n  Don't stop for the dub or gat, G\n  Hella poppin' at these weak deuces\n  Where your truce is?\n  Down to get loose, bitch, who's these stupid motherfuckers?\n\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause if a nigga be down to clown\n  And the first nigga step up gets shut down\n  You shoulda been checkin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how a killer do it in the T-Town\n  Or catch me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D\n  From the T to the A to the U to the D\n\n  You hoes ain't got more killers than me\n  So motherfuck what you speakin'\n  Bullets gon' get to reekin'\n  Wrapped up in white sheets\n  While your bullet holes still be leakin'\n  It's the season\n  For the season's all my motherfuckin' pain\n  While you lames be actin' strange\n  Boom to the bang, nigga insane\n  'Bout to rearrange this motherfuckin' figure\n\n  Knowin' damn well I'm a motherfuckin' killer\n\n  Nigga, by now, then I'm 'bout to get with ya\n  Just like Hitler, yellow cap peeler\n  Nine rounds, feeler\n  Motherfuck you and your mama, see ya\n\n  Fade 'em all with the blood dealer\n\n  Street sweeper, put your ass to sleep\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  Rip, rip, rip, rip it\n  When I hit that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war\n  When I'm rippin' your arm\n  Somebody listen, I'm on tour\n  Be up for the long call\n  Put a pistol in my palm and ball\n  Lip fluid runnin' through my palm\n  Start an end to dog wars\n  Really wanna call, call\n  Get a thug, and don't get in a fizzle\n\n  And it ain't no slippin' on\n  I'ma wreck your safety on that paper\n  Ready for war, y'all go, hell\n  And what if I got my peeps to flip in and bolt?\n  We'll go 'head and smoke 'em\n  Open the road, fill it up, get bucked up\n  Rid of me, fuck, fuck, fuck\n  I'm still runnin' in fast forward\n\n  On the roof with snakes, but I'ma get caught\n  In love, uh-huh, well, there she was\n\n  It's over and done\n  I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, get with the second gun\n\n  Better have your fun before you know it's over\n  And I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dead and get a judge and roll\n\n  Oh, shit, nowhere to run\n\n  Here come judgment day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the mix\n  I'm runnin' and chasin' and catchin' your set\n\n  Feelin' my statement, pay me\n  Gotta be goin' through the life\n  I snatch your life just like yesterday was\n  Type of bitch come around with someone\n  They get my violent revenge\n  You know I got hits to spit\n  Top tens every day\n  Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n\n  Attitude like nigga, what?\n  I mean Mo Thug soldier boy\n  Like all of them niggas Mo Thugs employ\n  I'ma seek and destroy y'all wicked\n  This business, maybe\n  Nigga just gotta be real, baby, lately\n  Lay been dodgin' head shots\n  Keep all my people safe and out of the way\n  And you know it get greater later\n\n  So I continue grindin'\n  It's all about perfect timing, feel me?\n  It's all about perfect timing, hear me?\n  What's on my motherfuckin' mind is this\n  These player haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these motherfuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'\n  The number one assassin\n\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  War could wreck my mind\n\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n  Wasteland warriors\n\n  Murder, murder, murder, murder-ma-murder-murder\n  Murder, murder, baby\n\n  Oh, gonna say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors\n  We stress, we stress, we stress\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Wasteland warriors\n  War could wreck my mind\n  Wasteland warriors\n  War could wreck my mind\n"},{"id":13024741,"name":"Wasteland Warriors (Featuring Souljah Boy)","trackName":"Wasteland Warriors (Featuring Souljah Boy)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talking)\nYeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\nP.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\nFin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n\nWhat if we slowed it down?\nThen, nigga, you would hear me\nI know niggas would fuck around\nAnd say we tried to steal your style\nCome on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest\nThuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us\nMy 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though\n[00:47.04] Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n[00:48.81] When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)\n[00:49.73] That funk'll gon' blow you away\n[00:51.56] Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n[00:52.45] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n[00:58.75] Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n[01:02.30] (Layzie)\n[01:03.26] Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:05.90] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:07.79] Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n[01:10.46] Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[01:13.18] War corruptin' my mind\n[01:14.07] You know it is, what it's gotta be\n[01:15.02] Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n[01:15.92] And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n[01:17.78] Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these\n[01:19.56] Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n[01:22.24] Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n[01:23.16] Don't make me huff and puff and start some 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Uh-uh\n[02:34.58] What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n[02:36.30] Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n[02:38.19] And roll but I had gun before you knows\n[02:39.96] Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n[02:40.84] So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n[02:44.49] Aw, shit!\n[02:46.29] Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n[02:47.13] Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n[02:48.90] I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n[02:51.66] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:54.39] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:55.27] Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:57.09] You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n[02:58.94] Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n[03:00.70] Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n[03:04.31] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[03:06.19] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[03:07.91] It may be, nigga just gotta keep 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the count\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We? somebody? with a pistol runnin' through?\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them? gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n  And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds,? all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh\n  What it makes you want my? yes, some are?\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the?\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit!\n  Nowhere to run; here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh\n  I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your?\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten?\n  Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  it's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin\n\n  (Layzie)\n  Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder\n  Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n"},{"id":10038489,"name":"Wasteland Warriors (Feat  Souljah Boy)","trackName":"Wasteland Warriors (Feat  Souljah Boy)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga\nP.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin\nFin to put this shit down like this, nigga\n(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)\n\nWhat if we slowed it down?\nThen, nigga, you would hear me\nI know niggas would fuck around\nAnd say we tried to 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casin' your [unverified]\n[02:27.49] Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n[02:27.63] I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n[02:27.88] Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz\n[02:28.05] You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]\n[02:28.23] Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n[02:28.57] Attitude like, \"Nigga, what?\"\n[02:28.77] And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas\n[02:28.96] Mo Thug employ in my city\n[02:29.16] Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n[02:29.46] It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n[02:29.65] Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n[02:29.86] And outta the way\n[02:30.02] And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n[02:30.30] It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n[02:30.43] It's about perfect timin', hear me\n[02:30.85] What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this\n[02:31.04] These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n[02:31.28] But let me get my gauge\n[02:31.53] Leatherface, go get your mask\n[02:31.73] We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n[02:31.94] Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin\n[02:32.30] Warriors ride\n[02:32.68] (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n[02:32.97] (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[02:33.42] Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:33.73] (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n[02:34.02] (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n[02:34.21] War corruptin' my mind\n[02:34.69] Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all\n[02:35.01] Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n[02:35.33] We stressed, we stressed\n[02:35.67] War corruptin' my mind\n[02:36.05] Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:36.32] War corruptin' my mind\n[02:36.52] Wasteland warriors ride\n[02:36.88] War corruptin' my mind\n[02:37.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wasteland Warriors (Feat  Souljah Boy)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art of War\n  duration_ms: 268000\n 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when them funky, funky jump me\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: Gon' be ready to roll\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 26350\n- text: (Ready to roll)\n  start_ms: 26350\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28630\n- text: But, oh no, niggas heard the flow\n  start_ms: 28630\n  end_ms: 30040\n- text: And wanted a piece of the cake\n  start_ms: 30040\n  end_ms: 31460\n- text: It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills\n  start_ms: 31460\n  end_ms: 33200\n- text: But when kept on disrespectin'\n  start_ms: 33200\n  end_ms: 35880\n- text: Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  start_ms: 35880\n  end_ms: 37000\n- text: I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n  start_ms: 37000\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 41160\n- text: And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  start_ms: 41160\n  end_ms: 43340\n- text: 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105310\n- text: Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n  start_ms: 105310\n  end_ms: 107370\n- text: Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  start_ms: 107370\n  end_ms: 108520\n- text: Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  start_ms: 108520\n  end_ms: 110220\n- text: Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture\n  start_ms: 110220\n  end_ms: 111640\n- text: Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n  start_ms: 111640\n  end_ms: 113460\n- text: We done muthafuck you\n  start_ms: 113460\n  end_ms: 114670\n- text: And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  start_ms: 114670\n  end_ms: 116290\n- text: Street sweeper get your ass deceased\n  start_ms: 116290\n  end_ms: 118480\n- text: Warriors ride\n  start_ms: 118480\n  end_ms: 119220\n- text: Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  start_ms: 119220\n  end_ms: 122020\n- text: Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 122020\n  end_ms: 123880\n- text: bloody murder, bloody mo' 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get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck\n  start_ms: 140470\n  end_ms: 140860\n- text: I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect\n  start_ms: 140860\n  end_ms: 141180\n- text: But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 141180\n  end_ms: 141960\n- text: What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]\n  start_ms: 141960\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144210\n- text: And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  start_ms: 144210\n  end_ms: 144550\n- text: Don't roll and I gotta go and face it\n  start_ms: 144550\n  end_ms: 145740\n- text: So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n  start_ms: 145740\n  end_ms: 146290\n- text: Aw, shit\n  start_ms: 146290\n  end_ms: 146660\n- text: Nowhere to run, here come judgement day\n  start_ms: 146660\n  end_ms: 147090\n- text: Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh\n  start_ms: 147090\n  end_ms: 147220\n- text: I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]\n  start_ms: 147220\n  end_ms: 147490\n- text: Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  start_ms: 147490\n  end_ms: 147630\n- text: I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  start_ms: 147630\n  end_ms: 147880\n- text: Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz\n  start_ms: 147880\n  end_ms: 148050\n- text: You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]\n  start_ms: 148050\n  end_ms: 148230\n- text: Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n  start_ms: 148230\n  end_ms: 148570\n- text: Attitude like, \"Nigga, what?\"\n  start_ms: 148570\n  end_ms: 148770\n- text: And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas\n  start_ms: 148770\n  end_ms: 148960\n- text: Mo Thug employ in my city\n  start_ms: 148960\n  end_ms: 149160\n- text: Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  start_ms: 149160\n  end_ms: 149460\n- text: It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  start_ms: 149460\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 149860\n- text: And outta the way\n  start_ms: 149860\n  end_ms: 150020\n- text: And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  start_ms: 150020\n  end_ms: 150300\n- text: It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  start_ms: 150300\n  end_ms: 150430\n- text: It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  start_ms: 150430\n  end_ms: 150850\n- text: What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this\n  start_ms: 150850\n  end_ms: 151040\n- text: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n  start_ms: 151040\n  end_ms: 151280\n- text: But let me get my gauge\n  start_ms: 151280\n  end_ms: 151530\n- text: Leatherface, go get your mask\n  start_ms: 151530\n  end_ms: 151730\n- text: We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  start_ms: 151730\n  end_ms: 151940\n- text: Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin\n  start_ms: 151940\n  end_ms: 152300\n- text: Warriors ride\n  start_ms: 152300\n  end_ms: 152680\n- text: (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  start_ms: 152680\n  end_ms: 152970\n- text: (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 152970\n  end_ms: 153420\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 153420\n  end_ms: 153730\n- text: (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  start_ms: 153730\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 154210\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 154210\n  end_ms: 154690\n- text: Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all\n  start_ms: 154690\n  end_ms: 155010\n- text: Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  start_ms: 155010\n  end_ms: 155330\n- text: We stressed, we stressed\n  start_ms: 155330\n  end_ms: 155670\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 155670\n  end_ms: 156050\n- text: Wasteland warriors ride\n  start_ms: 156050\n  end_ms: 156320\n- text: War corruptin' my mind\n  start_ms: 156320\n  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when kept on disrespectin'\n  Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga\n  I'm from the Land where every niggas plan\n\n  And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'\n  And they don't understand them niggas rappin'\n  But still they actin' like criminals\n  [Unverified] reciprocal\n\n  They don't know it, even though\n  Oh, no, no, can't let you go\n  When I pop, pop, pop\n  (Pop, pop)\n\n  That funk 'll gon' blow you away\n  Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday\n  Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed\n\n  Warriors ride\n  (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  You know it is, what it's gotta be\n  Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'\n  And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back\n  Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these\n\n  Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch\n  Sue these stupid muthafuckas\n  Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus\n  'Cause the niggas be down for the count\n\n  And the first nigga step up, get shut down\n  You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style\n  That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town\n  Arrest me on the rebound\n\n  It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G\n  You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me\n  So muthafuck what you's thinkin'\n  Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet\n\n  While your bullethole still be bleedin'\n  But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank\n  Why you lame, be actin' strange?\n  Boom to bangs, nigga insanes\n\n  Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure\n  Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa\n  Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture\n  Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller\n\n  We done muthafuck you\n  And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater\n  Street sweeper get your ass deceased\n\n  Warriors ride\n  Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride\n  bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder\n  Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya and I hits that quick\n  Nigga, what you saw\n  We [unverified] somebody [unverified]\n  With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]\n  And they call war, ready for the cause\n\n  Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break\n  Your face be on that table, ready for more\n  Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in\n  And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up\n\n  And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck\n  I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect\n  But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh\n  What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]\n\n  Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]\n  And roll but I had gun before you knows\n  Don't roll and I gotta go and face it\n  So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll\n\n  Aw, shit\n  Nowhere to run, here come judgement day\n  Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh\n  I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]\n\n  Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life\n  I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?\n  Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz\n  You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]\n\n  Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real\n  Attitude like, \"Nigga, what?\"\n  And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas\n  Mo Thug employ in my city\n\n  Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?\n  It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately\n  Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe\n  And outta the way\n\n  And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'\n  It's all about perfect timin', feel me\n  It's about perfect timin', hear me\n  What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this\n  These playa haters got me pissed, bitch\n\n  But let me get my gauge\n  Leatherface, go get your mask\n  We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas\n  Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin\n\n  Warriors ride\n  (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)\n  (Murder, murder, murder, play, play)\n  War corruptin' my mind\n\n  Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all\n  Wasteland warriors, we stressed\n  We stressed, we stressed\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n  Wasteland warriors ride\n  War corruptin' my mind\n"}]