[Marching of soldiers.]
One, two, three . . .
Guess who's back. [Screams/Laughs.]
Right about now, it's time for those notorious thugs: Bizzy, Wish, Layzie, Krayzie, Flesh, and that nigga, DJ U-Neek. Mo Thug takin' over, so you best to beware, because we came to shut this muthafucka down! [Thunder.]
Yeah, Bone comin' back at you bitches for the nine-seven.
Yeah, these muthafuckas didn't think it was on.
Old playa hatin' ass niggas, you know my little niggas brung this style to the table, first.
Why don't you realize, recognize, analyze the muthafuckin' situation? It's over!
It's on, bitch! It's The Art of War!
We can get raw. Bone thugs takin' it over.
Retaliation . . .
U-Neek [with Layzie]:
You what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bow down, baby, bow down. [It's Mo Thug. Mo Thug. Mo Thug.] If you got any muthafuckin' sense and any muthafuckin' talent, you better turn and roll with us, not against us. I'm tellin' you, nigga, [Come on, come on] 'cause it ain't gonna work. This industry is ours, baby. [It's ours.] All ours! Now what's up? [Nigga, up your pipe, y'all. Up your pipe, y'all.] Man, what you want to do? Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, bitches!
Abort, witness the art of war . . .
The art of war, the war is on . . .
One and two world war.
Playa, playa, we done partied overtime.
Guess who's back? Bone thugs! Guess who's back? Bone thugs-n-harmony, harmony.
Killa, Me killa, Me killa, Me killa.
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