| Hut, two, three, four! |
| — No War!
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| Hut, two, three, four! |
| — No War!
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| Hut, two, three, four! |
| — No War!
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| Hut, two, three, four! |
| — No War!
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| This boy is not a soldier, somebody should’a told ya
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| I’m striking like a cobra, the rap game now is over
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| I shot up homeboy’s Rover, with fifty shots to fold you
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| You screamin for Jehovah, you wish your momma hold you
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| Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola
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| From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders
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| The world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shoulders
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| I say I’m 730, they tell me I’m bi-polar
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| You go tell Uncle Sam «No war in Afghanistan»
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| Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man
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| Shots go off in Bethleham even in Jerusalem
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| Christians killing Mus-a-lims
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| Tell me what you doing man?
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| We caught up in the struggle, sit back watch the water bubble
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| Lock us up for drugs you smuggle, Detroit hustlers paying double
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| Now the whole country’s in trouble, gas prices sky high
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| People scared to fly on planes; |
| why Aaliyah have to die?
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| Terrorized, civilized, people livin evil lives
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| You can see it in their eyes, fire falling from the skies
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| Nowhere to run and hide, everybody’s gonna die
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| You can duct tape all your windows but the smell is still inside
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| We were up there eight months
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| We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water
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| One hundred and forty degree weather
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| Wondering whether we were going to live or die, day to day, man
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| It was real stressful over there
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| So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
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| His name was Rennisson
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| Basicly what happened with him is:
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| He got out of the army before the Gulf War kicked off
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| And uhh. |
| you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves
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| Next thing we know, we hear he’s right over there with us but in another unit
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| So, you know, we’re like
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| «Aw hell yeah, Rennisson’s here too, man. |
| I hope he’s alright.»
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| Next thing we know BAM! |
| He’s fucking dead, man
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| The scud missiles came and took him and his boys out
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| Next thing you know, we’re all trippin like «Oh shit!»
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| That’s when it struck us, man
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| This shit is for real
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| We can die at any time, man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No War , by - Esham. Song from the album Repentance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп