Holy War

歌詞

(*gun shots*) (Chorus) War (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga) We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga) In these streets we raw (nigga), raw (nigga), raw (nigga) We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga) (H.A.W.K) War, bullet holes in your car Right cross to the jaw, like the southpaw I'm bound to leave a scar, Dead End outlaw Coldest you ever saw, rough, rugged and raw A step above the law, but I don't gangbang I pull out that thang, and I let bullets rain I pack a straight aim, you fin to scream in pain Two slugs to the brain, po' mo' in your brain If it's war that you want, then it's war that you'll get Talk shit you hit, and get your wig split I hate to admit, you just a hypocrite A slick son of a bitch, that sits and rides dick (bitch), one false move and you bleed (bitch), nigga you way out your league (bitch), I got a family to feed And don't look for me to bless you, if you sleeze (Chorus) (Big Pokey) When it's war, I can go scar for scar If a nigga turn his cheek, go jaw for jaw Kick doors, break through bars, me I'm a murdera Raw as me, this crock bull'll murk your street Cop killas, make em bleed when they hit the fizeet They gon find you kissing the street, missing your teeth Some of these cats is playing, softball Put that bat down, swing at a golf ball I can get raw dog, when niggas stud up Don't get your block knocked off, wig cut up Kids come up missing, when it's bad blood Somebody gon find you fishing, full of mad slugs You'll duck that ass my heat, body bagged with tagged they feet Gon be sad, you shouldn't of fucked with me You know me, always keep my guards up Cause when it's war, niggas get scarred up (Chorus) (H.A.W.K) I said it I meant it, I don't have to ask the lieutenant The super intendant, or better yet the U.S. Senate The rules I'm bending, my soldas are definitely winning I'm a tank like No Limit, and it ain't no gimmick I crush the opposition, won't make no proposition The modest of competition, and murk the politician Y'all niggas is wishing, and falling out of position You low on ammunition, and starting that ass kissing AK must spray, my bullets they ricochet They scrape your vertebrae, and have you screaming (mayday) The General In Charge, of espi-onage Critiques in camouflage, to catch you off guard You're just a sarge, and your truth is fraud I'll take away your strife, cause you cats is broads My actions are flagrant, the rules of engagement Are those you ain't since, lying on the pavement, it's (Chorus)