[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]   Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show   Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go   As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell   Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know      [Bizzy] Yeah, yeah      [Chorus]      [Bizzy - over Chorus]   Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em   Let's get this shit started baby   This why I like this shit, it's like this      [Bizzy Bone]   I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey)   I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby   It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon   Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya   Crack the devil's head (ha ha)   Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium   Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium   Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium   Buck the money y'all, yeah   That's the season, that's the season   Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil   They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper   Latch gate keeper   They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers   Warrior with a speaker   Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong   But when the karma comes back in other physical forms   Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up   Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch   So what if I strap with the warfare,   everybody is here for the sightly change   People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane   Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love   With the Lord you know we got him,   in the name of our lord and savior Jesus   We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did   They humble about love but love is here   we struggle up over the form for fears   We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer   Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get   Warriors      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show   Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show   Carry my baby, wherever you need to go   Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go      So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess   Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless   We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now   And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style   But it'd be realer if you really love me   And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me   Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game   In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey   Warriors      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   By the grace of God, by the grace of God   Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God   Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to   Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to   Cause we are warriors      [Chorus]      [Outro: Bizzy Bone]   By the grace of God, and by the grace of God   And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ   Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors   Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors   One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ   In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen   That shit is just rappin what you do