"RUMORS & WAR"
GRAVEYARD SHIFT featuring Flesh-N-Bone
Two blocks from the war niggas die for that infantry.
If I lay me down to sleep, I die for that S-C-T.
Mo' murda's jumpin' on that Clairside for the late night.
Rumors and war just cannot fuck with them soldiers, boy.
Tombstone:
Boy tried to ride, yeah, he died. The trigger just slipped up under
my fingertips. Now, another nigga dead, 'cause that lead speak for
itself. And murder be said, the nigga had me in red, but I be damned
if the murder (...?...). These warriors and rebels, we never failed
to slug yet. Don't get get until we get the snitches that's hatin'
the playas. Never knew Tombstone worked to slay ya. Trick ass
niggas, we comin' to lay ya. Don't think po-po can save ya. The
Yard's ready to grave ya. Snap, cripple, then I popped his ass, to
whom it's concerned. The lesson to be learned, you'll get burned to
a crisp, they cleanin' your urn, and you're about to achieve, but I'm
sick and tired of you niggas talkin' shit. I'm sick and tired of you
niggas startin' shit, rumors and war. Just cannot fuck when them soldiers,
boy.
Gates:
Put 'em all in the dirt when my glock pop slugs, I'm slippin' up out this
chamber. When my glock cocked, danger. This hustla, just givin'
on up to the gangsta shifter, Clair soldier, gonna stalk ya, pulls
the lever, do a homicide, a murder, that's the way Mo Thugs gonna serve ya.
Ya takin' a buck and closin' that trunk. I'm sendin' that body
to Hades. I'm slangin' mo slugs 'round Mo Thugs, bitch. These
niggas, them crazy, insane, see, is this nigga when I handle that chrome.
We stayin' home to escape the murderous game. We pray them soldiers
live another day.
Hello, hello, hello infantry.
You niggas can't fuck with the S-C-T's.
This click too muthafuckin' strong.
My niggas be thuggin' all year long.
Sin:
Straight for destruction, pray they comin' for eternal torture. Mental
forces cold deformin' and then distortin', set a nigga up for a slaughter.
Wicked illusions keep confusin', dilutin' my (rage...?), try to duck
and dodge, don't never want to be a casualty. So, stop. Take
a breath. Brought a gauge, 'cause a nigga be damned if I go back in
that cage. Pump 'em off with a slug. I'm a thug. Got to
buck 'em, coppers off in that grave. And it's much too late, I can't
be saved. I tried to pray, so death is the only way, deep in hell is
where I stay. I suffer tortures, all them wars, and stompin' soldiers.
Infantry movin' in. Then we come to destroy ya, lure ya into
a trap and snap that back. So ya better be equipped and pack that gat.
Don't slack. Them skulls, they crack, and work in the dirt.
Now my (party) laid back.
We are Mo Thugs.
Mighty, mighty warriors.
Gauges loaded.
Ghetto bound soldiers.
Flesh:
(Credit hustlas, them bouncin' the top.) I'm chillin' off on my
block, feelin' nasty. Droppin' down to them SCTs. Pullin' triggers
on bitches stay down on double glock. Me kill ya. Murder plots
for the money. Servin' 'em bloody mo' redrum. Wet 'em in a battle,
had a little nigga gun gun blast. Buckshot blows you too with a forty-four
magnum, and it was laughin' at you. Mad for the dash for safety, bet
you this spray on this one in his head and gone. Runnin' through
this Mo Thug town, dumpin' bullets, (check the time), what the fuck?
They wanna test Flesh Bone. And I make 'em all bow down.
(?) givin' up (?) praise to the Wastleland [the Wasteland, the Wasteland,
the Wasteland]. You see its so shitty when the people keep deep in
the creep up and make it, man. And if you claim, you untame us,
stay down for your shit. Let your nuts hang. Better believe a
gang of Mo Thug-ass niggas, they true to this shit, let us reign home. My
chrome, decapitate a playa hater, pap, pap. Peelin' is life, and I'm
rollin'. Always remember soldier boys, we packin' two blocks from
the war, cockin' 'em back, poppin' em, bitch, you be foldin' [foldin'] We
told you.
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