War(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

[Intro] Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?! Yeah that bounce we need, ya know Marcy where we at huh? Right here Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy Let me hold it down though, yo [Verse] 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/caine But dawg that's the shotty, 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 nigga 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 niggas! Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior [Chorus - repeat 2x] This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war! You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! You gettin that money, we got more! We got more nigga, this is war! [Verse] 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?" 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 McNeil 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 nigga [Chorus] [Verse] This is - not for children, not for lames Only for real niggaz 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 bitch, 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 nicca, where you at nicca? Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga And I tried to chill, even though I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal nigga! Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense I got a flow like I'm still on the bench nigga Got a delivery like Sunday's paper I lay that down and I get that paper nigga! [Chorus]