Lyrics War Stories - ALLBLACK, Mozzy, Peezy

War Stories

Well well well well well\nDTB, thank you for fuckin' with me\nI hope you niggas kiss your kids, the way y’all talkin' shit\nAnd I hope that strap you keep on flashin' gon' be on yo' hip\nBeyond deadstock, I spent some change for the drip\nJust checked the dub from a three hundred pound big bitch\nBM my room talkin' insane, wish that shit’ll change\nThinkin' 'bout killin' my blood brother, then I plead insane\nDig on niggas like when Peyton blow to Reggie Wayne\nKidnap my cousin, dump his body off in east bouquet\nOff these uppers, 3AM, swervin' lane to lane\nBeen up five days, don’t fuck with goin' to sleep, I’m too afraid\nAnything that got two legs and a head, I’ll fuck it over\nWouldn’t care if the bitch only had pennies, hand it over\nSometimes I wish I wasn’t loved so much, I’d die today\nSometimes I wish bitches shut up, I wish money was fake\nSometimes I wish I could shoot up barbecue’s with with a K\nNext birthday, I’ma put a bomb inside my cake\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nIf he ain’t holler out the pebbles, nigga fuck what he said\nIf suckas peacin' up, then put a lousy dub on my head\nThey just free’d my lil bro from the feds, welcome him home\nThe homies popped the homie, I tried tell him he wrong\nHe don’t care though, all black forces you know we wear those\nThrow back posse,\nbut this come from Melrose\nDinero, run it concurrent, I need it asap\nWe score every time niggas blitz, run that play back\nAye, I ain’t fall off yet, niggas hate that (They hate that)\nYou gon' get yo' co-defendant banged if you don’t take that (Nigga take that)\nNever mind the nickel, niggas tweakin', where that drac at? (Like where that\ndrac at?)\nYou know you ain’t built for takin' trips, then nigga say that (Nigga, say that)\nAll these youngin’s love me, they be askin' where the Wraith at (Ayy,\nwhere the Wraith at?)\nI told 'em it’s a ghini, nigga make that shit look easy\nI’ma pull up with that grr, this squad will never need me\nHad a homie point you out and drop a grr on ya beanie\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nI’m screamin' «thug life» baby I’ma outlaw\nPull up to your crib with that dracy, I do house calls\nI know how to shoot it with the left, I’ma south paw\nReachin' for this jewelry 'round my neck, get you knocked off\nAll eyes on me, when I hit the scene\nSeven hundred dollars for a zip, I don’t smoke nicotine\nI ain’t never begged a hoe to stay, let them bitches leave\nYou gotta talk to him to talk to him, 'till you can get to me\nLook like six figures on this kit, but that ain’t shit to me\nGeary got me lit up like a motherfuckin' Christmas tree\nUsed to sell raw, cook crack up in the kitchen sink\nNow I gotta wake up early for a business meetin'\nNow the lawyers read the contracts before we sign it\nCouple years back, was gettin' bags of work, old assignments\nLookin' down at my fuckin' rollie, yeah it’s perfect timing\n«Cause I work hard for this shit, bitch I been grindin'\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nWe tradin' war stories\nA black man on his grind, jealous niggas I despise\nLook in my eyes\nSometimes I feel like dyin'\nSometimes I feel like ridin'\nYeah, hahaha, thank you for fuckin' with me\nYeah, that’s what they want, they want me to strike the fuck out