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Battlecry Remix)

as interpolated by BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely
nothin', nothin', nothin' . . .

War, war, war, war, war . . .

What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin',
nothin', nothin . . .

Layzie:

We be the mighty mighty warriors [warriors] on
the rise [on the rise] thug (censored) to my
battle cries. Warriors [warriors] on the rise
[on the rise]. [Time to die.] Thug (censored)
[Time to die.], you better be ready for war.
It's almost here--nineteen ninety-nine. Could it
be the endin', new millenium? Sendin' them
soldiers out to die, then they ride for the
cause, screamin' (censored) we muggin', givin' no
lovin' to these fake-ass laws, Mo Thuggin'. If
you need to be prepared, pump your strap up in
the air. Let em' all loose if you ain't scared.
Shoot 'em up, if ya don't care. Yeah! And I go
to war for two thangs: challenge me. I want my
(censored) cheese, my (censored) family.
Understand me: I ain't tryin' to tell you war
ain't the lick, but in the streets, you need your
heat, or get your wig split. Strategize, mental
mind, and timin' it perfect on the attack. Throw
distraction in the front, come with the dumpin'
from the back. Yeah!

War, war, war, war, war . . .

What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin',
nothin', nothin . . .

One, two, three, four . . .

Ride, ride, ride, ride. We're ready to pull out
and ride, ride, ride, ride . . .

Ready . . . You're dead.

Flesh:

I'm comin' to test you (censored) fate. See how
many of y'all are prepared for Armageddon, should
it be Judgement Day, still it's a big mistake.
How many have been face to face with death
before? Tell me, how does it feel? Real
nervous? 'Cause everybody's ready to kill if
it's my will. Safe outta my battle. Quit
lookin' or I might have to smoke you when I roast
you with this beam. Focus you through my scope,
mo murdered. Mighty, mighty warriors, some of
the mighty, mighty trues still on the rise. If
you wanna test, you die. Then, I might make the
news. We stompin' in steel-toed boots and suited
up in fatigues, killin' a few (censored), army
throw up the white flag and retreat. So many
soldiers, so many stories of war. But what is it
good for? Nobody knows, and what if the world is
over in two triple zero?

War, war, war, war, war . . .

What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin',
nothin', nothin . . .

Wish:

If thangs don't change, I think we all gon' die.
Who's to say they wrong or right? You pushin' the
button, not I, but we die, that's why I'm
gatherin' up my soldiers [soldiers]. Mo Thug,
mine are prepared for war, because it's over
[over]. Red light, red light, red light, ride or
die. It's gon' be casualties. So be ready to
ride. And say it again: there's gon' be
casualties, so be ready to ride. And I got your
back [back, back, back] if it goes like that
[that, that, that]. Mo Thug ready to ride, if it
goes like that, and we all get papped, papped,
papped. Yeah, yeah.

War, war, war, war, war . . .

What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin',
nothin', nothin . . .