Tombstone - Rumors and War lyrics

[Intro:] Two blocks from the war n***as 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 f** with them soldiers, boy [Verse 1: Tombstone] Boy tried to ride, yeah he died The trigger just slipped up under my fingertips Now, another n***a dead Cause that lead speak for itself And murder be said, the n***a 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 a** n***as, 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 a**, 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 n***as talkin' sh** I'm sick and tired of you n***as startin' sh**, rumors and war Just cannot f** when them soldiers, boy [Verse 2: Gates] Put 'em all in the dirt when my Glock pop slugs I'm slippin' up out this chamber When my Glock co*ked, 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, b**h These n***as, them crazy, insane, see Is this n***a when I handle that chrome We stayin' home to escape the murderous game We pray them soldiers live another day [Hook 1] Hello, hello, infantry You n***as can't f** with the S-C-T's This click too muthaf**in' strong My n***as be thuggin' all year long [Verse 3: Sin] Straight for destruction, pray they comin' for eternal torture Mental forces cold deformin' and then distortin' Set a n***a 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 n***a 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 d**h 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 [Hook 2] We are Mo Thugs Mighty, mighty warriors Gauges loaded Ghetto bound soldiers [Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone] (Credit hustlas, them bouncin' the top) I'm chillin' off on my block, feelin' nasty Droppin' down to them SCT's Pullin' triggers on b**hes stay down on Double-Glock Me k** ya Murder plots for the money, servin' em bloody mo redrum Wet 'em in a battle, had a little n***a 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 f**? they wanna test Flesh Bone And I make 'em all bow down (?) givin' up (?) praise to the Wastleland You see its so sh**ty when the people keep deep in the creep up And make it, man And if you claim you untame us, stay down for your sh** Let your nuts hang Better believe a gang of Mo Thug-a** n***as They true to this sh**, 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 co*kin' 'em back, poppin' em, b**h, you be foldin We told you