War
by Memphis Bleek
Lyrics : Cox, Malik Music : Cox, Malik Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, hu Yeah, that bounce we need ya know Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here Let me hear some new shit, yeah, nigga Just Blaze, you a b***h wit' these beat Boy, let me hold it down though Yo, let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain And I walk like, yeah, I need the cane But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I ain't playing War, I'm ready for it to go there Anybody that know me know I love when it go there Dawg, and yeah, that's wassup Four dimes, all mine n*gga, that's wassup Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out You won't get me Cause the chain's like it's workin' out But E's still wit' the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne Top come off, top stay on, whatever Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers nigga Six is better, more room And there's more wood to cover my interior This is war, enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war Enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war I warned her, man, should not fear, man If you violate, man, then you die by hand And it should be fine, behanded that man That man I am and you don't understand But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been? huh It's unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh Niggaz is rappin' and clappin' I'm still laughin' Sat back in my hood and tried to live average But you still want me to bang at 'em Stack lil' paper, send a lil' gang at 'em But I see you wanna stop my chill Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil Or round table meeting wit' Hov You want me in the hood, still over that stove Nigga, I got soldiers in droves It ain't nothing to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, n*gga This is war, enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war Enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war This is not for children, not for lames Only for real n*ggaz that can feel what I'm saying If it's too blatant then it's not for you You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you So just quit you b***h, making me sick You never pimped, you only friendly wit' chicks And I've been away for a minute Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' like women I'm right back, n*gga, where you at, n*gga? Keep the Mac n*gga, spit it like that n*gga And I tried to chill Even though I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal, n*gga Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense I got a flow like I'm still on the bench, n*gga Got a delivery like Sunday's paper I lay that down and I get that paper, n*gga This is war, enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war Enough of them words, we want war You throw a couple of shots, we throw more You gettin' that money, we got more We got more, n*gga, this is war
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