Bizzy Bone featuring rasu Warriors (We Are) Lyrics

We're the Warriors, and we're on different floors, and different coredoors
(coredoors, coredoors)
Cause we're the Warriors, those Conquistadors, Cause we are Warriors
(Warriors, Warriors)

Beautiful people, we come to you humble as doves. Many men can enter the covenant, the love from up above, beautiful skies, so those eyes realize, get it? those eyes? Like that, I, me, been on the rise, thou not commit adultury! I can feel it when they come up, feel it when they run up, the s___ still hurts. None will be worthy, praise but Allah, Bizzy Bone, I'm his slave, the brave of the squad, the braids? let me cut them off! Ru don't worry, I'll be back in a hurry! Braille for Allah. Everytime the zalimin come, I'm on the run, til' they run up, they ain't fin' do nothin' to us! Right on detail, not on my watch, not on my swatch, not on my block!

We're the Warriors, and we're on different floors, and different coredoors
(coredoors, coredoors)
Cause we're the Warriors, those Conquistadors, Cause we are Warriors
(Warriors, Warriors)
We're the Warriors, and we're on different floors, and different coredoors
(coredoors, coredoors)
Cause we're the Warriors, those Conquistadors, Cause we are Warriors
(Warriors, Warriors)

I'ma walk 'til the end through the sin, on the fight for the Righteous, my Warrior's plight is priceless, never betray, til' the day we're formed in his likeness. Earnin' my strips, facin' the whool for the lord's my light, ways through the maze, and snakes in the night, so that we might just get it right and make it to the Father with Christ. All my life, I been a soldier, mobbin' and questin' til' the test is over. Now that we know, we can fo'sho dodge Satin, and shape up the dust and post up, to the dojia, sure 'nough got to keep composure, in the face of adversity, turnin' me off of my jounrey, I think I'ma go nuts, and f___ it if it aint the pull pit, no time for the bullshit. n____, we soldiers of God, willin' to trade in my life to serve you, even through poverty, truely an honor, don't get me wrong, know that it's on, comin' for what they owe, and the thrown. Tellin' the Father the codes fo'sho, and it wont be long, stay strong, my n____, we warriors!

Praise Allah! Zalimin roll out! before you get rolled over and pummled, poped in the stomach, in the belly of a mother, better believe God run it! Humes, thats for the beloved, while we drummin', and comin', we talkin' much, baby, better must stay in touch, and up (up) to the heavenly skies! Allah the creator! ain't none greater! Uh, watch these haters, watch them brainwaves soundin' like flares, beware when they come in the door, just a Sector Pod! Who ain't Mob? Allah is God! Feel that job? feel that Job? Humble Aboad. Watch that green, Deep in the scenes, deep in the geans, I'm deep by any means, Whatever, Whatever!