Battle Cry
Bizzy Bone Lyrics


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-Gold-(Bizzy Bone)-
I cock back my glock, drop down in the bushes, but the shit don't stop (You don't want trouble then hear me, hear me roar ...)

-Bizzy Bone-
Hear me roar/ These are my battlecries..

-Gold-
In the wasteland, I'm street blastin, caught up in street war/ I'm torn between life, cuz death was sworn/ An outkast with black ski masks, that's when I blast/ Guerilla warfare, my homies call and i'll be there/ Tech nines and bombs, witness this ghetto Nam, ya feelin this ghetto song?/ My battlecry for peace, but it's murder in these streets, we was raised in these streets, all we know is these streets/ A fifth of Hennessey's callin, now i'm drunk and I'm ballin, livin my life wild/ A child of war, respect nigga, correct you paint this/ A product of this shit, everyday I pray to get ya, got my knife and i'ma stick ya, split ya/ I see ya fallin like Reginald Denny, cuz God's callin for his children/ Synthesizin these chromes, it's time to overcome/ Bitch, so what you lookin at me for?/ We'll take you bitches to war!

-Cat Cody-
These are my battlecries, when it's time for war we ride

-Bizzy Bone-
Armies of Armageddon, nigga suited, regimes, fatigues/ Run with the violent henchmen, cuz they could love us/ Thuggish ruggish indeed/ Here for the finish, outta the trenches, see Bizzy singin with Biggie, even Pac was bustin with me/ Where my niggas at?/ Feel me, Eazy to leave me broke, then a bitch believe me/ Lost souls aint no lost souls, decieved me, believed it/ So strapped and ready for battle, let's sattle up, and scatter/ Look at him tatted up and I'm rollin up blunts, gonna smoke it all up and smash ya/ Mash in and out of burrows, we thorough, fuck the world, in a society that'll lie to me, America's so absurd, It hurt/ Outta my jungleish ghetto, metal we settle, don't let the light skin fool ya, I tear, I tear, tear/ Revolutionary rebels ready to die, go up in Heaven/ My family, fuck the Grammy, nigga, no one can do it better ..

-Hook-

-Gold-
I can't breathe, murderous thoughts rest in my genes/ So full of pain, the war games inside my brain/ Oh what a shame, mama, you brought the nigga insane/ So stop the cryin, I'm for dyin infront of the line, dyin for mine/ Everytime I blast with my nine, I call my thugs, a million niggas with nothing but love (Thug Luv)/ God has been lost, and let a nigga know, show me the way/ So much hate, this hate, you bitch niggas gon feel me before it's said and done/ Lil Ripsta (Ripster..) we won!/ Glocks unloaded/ The shit was real before I wrote it/ Menenski, tell em ...

-Meneski-
Yeah, nigga/ And left me hangin when I'm bangin, killin shit, splittin shit/ Warrior of the streets, forced to keep my heat/ Society's fucked up, drove me a straight nut/ Smashin my cash, blastin for blast, they gon feel me, they wanna kill me, like they did Eazy, Makevelli and Biggie, but Menenski already knowin Armageddon is comin/ I aint runnin I'm gunnin' my man down/That's why I'm stackin my heat now ...

-Hook-





-Cat Cody-
Ripsta we ride (Ripsta we ride)/ Meneski you ready to die? (Meneski you ready to die with me?)/ Bizzy we ready to ride/ My niggas is ready to ride with me / Blast , smash, crash.....

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bizzy Bone's Battle Cry showcase a clear message of the violence and chaos that characterizes the street life. The opening lines of the verse are a vivid description of a violent scene where the singer - Gold - gets caught up in a "street war" and must arm himself with "tech nines and bombs" as he rises to be the "product of this shit." The chorus reinforces the battle cry theme, with Cat Cody and Bizzy Bone demanding that listeners hear them roar and that they are ready to ride with their armies of Armageddon.


Gold's verse continues as he reflects on the dual nature of his life – while he cries out for peace, the streets offer only a kind of vicious, unending war. Gold is wholly committed to this life, warning his enemies that he will "stick ya" and "split ya" with his knife. The imagery of the "ghetto Nam" evokes a war zone, and the line "we'll take you bitches to war" shows that there is no room for compromise in these battles. The verse concludes with references to Reginald Denny - the trucker who was beaten during the 1992 LA riots, and a nod to God's children who are "falling" in the face of this relentless violence.


Overall, the song's lyrics offer an unflinching view of the destruction and desolation that are part of street life. The battle cry is both a call to arms and a desperate plea for survival, as Gold and others like him face up to the threat of death on a daily basis.


Line by Line Meaning

I cock back my glock, drop down in the bushes, but the shit don't stop
You don't want trouble then hear me, hear me roar.


Hear me roar. These are my battlecries..
I am ready to fight and these are the words I will shout when I charge into battle.


In the wasteland, I'm street blastin, caught up in street war
I am caught in the middle of an intense urban conflict and I am firing my weapon in the streets.


I'm torn between life, cuz death was sworn. An outkast with black ski masks, that's when I blast.
I am struggling to survive because death is always lurking. When I put on my ski mask, I am ready to use lethal force if necessary.


Guerilla warfare, my homies call and i'll be there. Tech nines and bombs, witness this ghetto Nam, ya feelin this ghetto song?
I fight like a guerrilla and my friends know I will be there for them. We use high powered firearms and explosives, like in the Vietnam War. Do you understand our struggle?


My battlecry for peace, but it's murder in these streets, we was raised in these streets, all we know is these streets.
I want peace but violence is all around us. We were brought up in these mean streets and we are products of our environment.


A fifth of Hennessey's callin, now i'm drunk and I'm ballin, livin my life wild.
I am drinking to keep my spirits up in these tough times and living recklessly.


A child of war, respect nigga, correct you paint this.
I grew up in the midst of warfare so show me some respect. Don't misrepresent my thoughts and feelings.


A product of this shit, everyday I pray to get ya, got my knife and i'ma stick ya, split ya.
I am a product of this situation and I pray to get out of it. If necessary, I will use a knife to stab and kill my enemies.


I see ya fallin like Reginald Denny, cuz God's callin for his children.
I see you falling like Reginald Denny, when people were attacked during the LA riots. I believe that God is calling for his followers to join him.


Synthesizin these chromes, it's time to overcome. Bitch, so what you lookin at me for?
I am synthesizing ideas and I am ready to overcome the challenges ahead. Why are you looking at me like that?


We'll take you bitches to war!
We are willing to go to war with anyone who opposes us.


Armies of Armageddon, nigga suited, regimes, fatigues. Run with the violent henchmen, cuz they could love us.
I am prepared for the end times with an army in battle gear. I am following the most violent people because they respect and understand me.


Thuggish ruggish indeed. Here for the finish, outta the trenches, see Bizzy singin with Biggie, even Pac was bustin with me.
I am a tough and rugged person. I will stay until the end and fight hard for my cause. I have worked with and gained respect from some of the biggest names in rap like Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur.


Where my niggas at? Feel me, Eazy to leave me broke, then a bitch believe me.
I am looking for my friends to support me. They know that anyone can betray me, even people like Eazy-E.


Lost souls aint no lost souls, decieved me, believed it.
People who are lost are not really lost, they have just been deceived.


So strapped and ready for battle, let's sattle up, and scatter.
I am armed and ready for battle. Let's get on our horses and fight the enemy.


Look at him tatted up and I'm rollin up blunts, gonna smoke it all up and smash ya.
I am heavily tattooed and I roll up marijuana to smoke. I will use my strength to overpower and defeat you.


Mash in and out of burrows, we thorough, fuck the world, in a society that'll lie to me, America's so absurd, It hurt.
We move in and out of tunnels quickly and quietly. We are committed and decisive, but we feel disconnected from the world. We believe that American society is absurd and it hurts us.


Outta my jungleish ghetto, metal we settle, don't let the light skin fool ya, I tear, I tear, tear.
I am leaving behind the urban jungle where I grew up. I am ready to use weapons to resolve conflicts. Don't let my lighter skin fool you, I am still tough and I am ready to fight.


Revolutionary rebels ready to die, go up in Heaven. My family, fuck the Grammy, nigga, no one can do it better.
We are revolutionary rebels who are ready to die for our cause. We are united and stronger together. We don't care about awards like the Grammy. We are the best and no one can do it better than us.


I can't breathe, murderous thoughts rest in my genes. So full of pain, the war games inside my brain.
I am struggling to breathe because of the pain and violence surrounding me. I have violent thoughts that are part of my nature and it's affecting me greatly.


Oh what a shame, mama, you brought the nigga insane. So stop the cryin, I'm for dyin infront of the line, dyin for mine.
Mama, it's a shame you brought me up in this environment and it drove me insane. So stop crying, I am willing to die for what I believe in.


Everytime I blast with my nine, I call my thugs, a million niggas with nothing but love (Thug Luv).
Every time I fire my weapon, I call in my gang who love and support me.


God has been lost, and let a nigga know, show me the way. So much hate, this hate, you bitch niggas gon feel me before it's said and done.
I feel that God has abandoned me and I am lost. There is so much hate in the world and I will make people feel me and understand my pain.


Lil Ripsta (Ripster..) we won! Glocks unloaded. The shit was real before I wrote it. Menenski, tell em ...
We have won with Lil Ripsta on our side. Our guns are empty but we still have power. This is a real situation and it's happening before my eyes. Menenski, tell them what you think.


Yeah, nigga. And left me hangin when I'm bangin, killin shit, splittin shit. Warrior of the streets, forced to keep my heat.
I feel abandoned by people who were supposed to support me. I am forced to be a violent street fighter and I must always carry a gun.


Society's fucked up, drove me a straight nut. Smashin my cash, blastin for blast, they gon feel me, they wanna kill me, like they did Eazy, Makevelli and Biggie, but Menenski already knowin Armageddon is comin.
Society has made me crazy. They have taken my money and I feel like I have no choice but to fight back. They will feel my wrath and they want to kill me, like Eazy-E, Tupac Shakur, and Notorious B.I.G. before me. Menenski knows that the end of the world is coming.


I aint runnin I'm gunnin' my man down. That's why I'm stackin my heat now...
I will not run. I will fight until the end and hunt down my enemies. That's why I am gathering more guns to prepare for this fight.


Ripsta we ride (Ripsta we ride). Meneski you ready to die? (Meneski you ready to die with me?) Bizzy we ready to ride. My niggas is ready to ride with me. Blast , smash, crash.....
Ripsta, we are going to ride together. Menenski, are you willing to die with me? Bizzy, we are prepared for battle. My gang is willing to fight alongside me. We will fire, smash, and crash our way through the opposition.




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Bardock

I wake up this morning and this song played in my head, 2019/07/02

Jake H

Damn .. this is the song I'd have on repeat on my MP3 player, on Friday's before putting them pads on. Before any basketball game. that was 10 years ago. This song calmed my nerves down, then fired me the fuck up! Treated every game like war! This was my battle cry! I hear it now and think shit... Where did those 10 years go

JacobVFL

Back when I was high school this was my get focused song before games. I love this shit

Miss MarG Millionaire

Really.....

Hunter2847

Miss MarG Millionaire really really

S miller

i love this shit bizzy bone goes hard

Adam Olivarez

awesome classic jam

Armando Ramirez

First heard this in 98 or so. I was a freshman in high school.

Q Horton

Yea a Bone website would put up a bunch of rare and unreleased tracks like this

gloyal

i had this back in 02 i was young lol

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