Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warfare, artist - Eldorado RedDate of issue: 06.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warfare |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Nigga play with me, he be outa here |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Kidnap his kids, and his mama next |
| Beef shit, street shit |
| I’m hands on, when it’s time to murk a bitch |
| Everybody killers, till they found slayn |
| Pussy ass niggas tryna get a name |
| I put your name on the news, if you want some fame |
| Black male found dead, holes in his brain |
| Gun fight, court trial |
| Don’t need no whitnesses, so they gotta throw it out |
| Teflon don, charges with a stick |
| 50 round drum, all my shooter’s toes thick |
| Say my name on a song, that’s a death wish |
| I’m the king of Rich Crest, nigga, you a snitch |
| 5 7 hit your ass, you goin shit and piss |
| I be in the mob, nigga, we don’t talk about it |
| We catch you on the ground, put some chalk around ya |
| I got killers from Memphis to ATL |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Nigga play with me, he be outa here |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Kidnap his kids, and his mama next |
| Tell me, do you love your mama |
| Do you love your kids |
| If so, calm down with all that fuck boy shit |
| You ain’t never died before, partner, but you will today |
| The price for your life, probably round 2 K |
| You like to fuck with them hoes, so you’s an easy target |
| You like to stand off in the morning, when you leave your apartment |
| Ain’t no justifying no disrespect when it’s to the mob |
| Ain’t no hollering bout how you just wanna live, when you said you was so hard |
| Even in my Benz, sniper hit you with persision |
| Hit up Red, tell him it’s a done deal, he up in the kitchen |
| Whippin whippin work |
| Test me, and get murked |
| I’m from the land where do or die niggas shoot first |
| If it jam, still know I won’t tell a lie |
| Nigga, I’m the man, hold my Glock high |
| Warfare, warfare, Edgwood, Zone 6, don’t go over there |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Nigga play with me, he be outa here |
| Warfare, warfare |
| Kidnap his kids, and his mama next |