| «He has indicated to us that he has sufficient. |
| firepower.
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| to. |
| blow up the Bradley vehicle.
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| and in fact his words were,
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| We are ready for war. |
| let’s get it on»
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| War.
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| «War, and peace»
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| Sing it!
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| War and peace… (Sing it!)
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| War and peace, forever!
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| War and peace, together. |
| always!
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| I’m at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
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| Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
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| The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV
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| A gang against you niggaz on the shore
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| Either or, your whole family is on the floor
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| Windows breakin all around em, you can’t climb this mountain
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| I’m at the fountain, with my troops
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| I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools!
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| Negotiate…
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| strategy is the key!
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| I hope they ain’t…
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| exclusively after me!
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| Cause if they are…
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| we gots to be who we be!
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| And make a star…
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| out of a head enemy!
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| The papers said…
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| that he died tragically!
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| They found his head…
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| with no legs and bo-dy!
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| We made a pledge…
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| to the Dub-S-C!
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| Bloodshed…
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| if they got no love for peace!
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| Sing it!
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| I’d rather break bread than uhh, break your head
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| Break your legs, have em broken, I ain’t no joke
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| Don’t provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
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| Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
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| My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
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| Just show a nigga love when I’m rollin on them dubs
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| Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
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| Westside for Life but still down with the East
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| Sing it!
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| After the haters attempt to blow up his car
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| We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground
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| Bruised, but not beaten
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| He pulls out his cell phone. |
| WITH THE CHIP!
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| And begins to dial Mack One-Oh
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| Who’s faded and rolling through Inglewood
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| with Mr. Short KHOP
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| Words. |
| are spoken |