Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Wanna Go 2 War (feat. Master P, C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Don't Wanna Go 2 War (feat. Master P, C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal) |
| North Carolina. |
| South Carolina |
| The first muthafuckin lady of the tank! |
| (on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! |
| (Feel this!) |
| Detroit. |
| The hardest bitch you ever heard! |
| (the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X! |
| (Mia X!) Mia X! |
| Unlady Like! |
| (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like! |
| You don’t wanna, go to war with a soldier |
| No Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya! |
| Mamma! |
| Four star lady general, picture the tank |
| I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain’t to be fucked with |
| Nigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil |
| Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista |
| Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures |
| Descriptive vocals, who’s the black widow I flow to |
| Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week |
| And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese |
| Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under |
| My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder |
| I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self |
| Can you handle any physical encounters with moi? |
| Huh? |
| My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts |
| Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what? |
| There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas |
| Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggas |
| Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista |
| Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta |
| Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die |
| We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys |
| ??? |
| Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat |
| Army fatigues, strapped, and I’m ready for combat |
| Fool, I got that ghetto sold like? |
| Lebanon? |
| And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone |
| Eyes ever red, cause I’m gon off that dolja |
| Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier |
| Fool, till I die, I’m a represent the tank |
| A colonel’s any nigga in the ghetto makin bank |
| Gats cocked for hatas, suckas can’t fade us |
| Got niggas representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas |
| Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California |
| Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma |
| Texas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, Augusta |
| Niggas rowdy, just bout that cabbage |
| Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesy |
| Like Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemies |
| I be dunkin niggas in the hood just like Stackhouse |
| I’m known, any nigga in the ghetto |
| Could say «ungh!» |
| and watch hoes pass out |
| Bitch I’m breakin bread with muthafuckin killas |
| And I’m slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealas |
| And I’m representin, No Limit to the fullest |
| TRU nigga till I’m dead, gimme the trigga, I’m gon pull it |
| Nigga pass the weed, cause I’m bout to get high |
| And hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna die |
| We be No Limit niggas, and we bout it |
| We come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdy |
| Bitch, I’m TRUed up, cause I’m in it |
| P is the colonel, I’m the muthafuckin lieutenant |
| Soldiers |
| Ya’ll don’t wanna go to war |
| Cause I’m off the muthafuckin tank, bitch |
| Ya’ll think ya’ll could, ya’ll can’t hang |
| Bitch, I’m a tell ya as a fact, ya’ll can’t, bitch |
| Military mind, or should I say military schemes |
| Count my fly radio ??? |
| pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen |
| Cause I’m a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier |
| I tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself over |
| Niggas start runnin, I start bustin, niggas be hidin and duckin |
| You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya |
| Nigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas |
| I’m good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles |
| Cause if you ain’t a soldier, then you ain’t shit |
| And if you ain’t a soldier, then what’s yo purpose, bitch? |
| Together we make more noise than clash of the titans |
| Bring mo game than we fightin |
| I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a fuck if you like it |
| Keepin bitches excited, recycle hatas that trifle |
| Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival |
| Call them people for me, I’m on fire |
| Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo ass get burned, don’t hold me liable |
| We move far, can’t go to war past 16 toys |
| You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march |
| I want yo respect like a direct order from? |
| Freestar? |
| Niggas get scared when I come through, bitch, I’m expectin five stars |
| Bitch ??? |
| never overload rounds to be shot |
| We mercenary soldiers, we can’t be stopped! |
| Bitch, we soldiers! |
| (Ghetto niggas and bitches) |
| Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease) |
| All I want to be was a soldier |
| (Now pass the muthafuckin weed) |