| Yeah, spinning been on these niggas
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| It’s World War
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| Yeah, I send this out to my nigga
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| Wherever you are
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| We still ain’t nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?
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| Feel it, uh, yeah
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| It’s World War nigga
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| It’s like a deadly game
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| And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me?
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| World War nigga
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| Check it
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| Feel the wrath of a soulja, the Crescent City Jesus
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| I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
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| To hit em, rugged even if it’s unplugged for thug lifers
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| We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
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| We got the town locked
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| With underground stock around clock workers to serve us
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| Responsible for many murders
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| We left your town with all the gold pieces
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| Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family’s convict releases
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| Pay the witnesses to hold they breath
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| Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain’t a phony Tec
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| I’m in a limo full of blow niggas
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| But I’m never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
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| A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
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| Keep supplier’s name confidential |
| The crooked cops started buckin' at us
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| I made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
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| I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
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| Cuz I’d rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
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| The head shot took me under
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| I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Johnny
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| I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me
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| They took a shot nearly blind me
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| My eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
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| I can’t believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley
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| I’ll be a memory, shit I ain’t havin' it |
| Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it
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| Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
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| I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value Jet
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| I heard a nigga say he wasn’t dead yet, they should have never said that
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| My life came back, like some supernatural shit
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| I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
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| Grab the dead cocked Glock out the holster
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| Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I’m a soulja
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| You can’t kill me, they said we’ll see
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| I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me
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| I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
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| You never see the Mac’s assassination
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| You motherfuckers
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| And that’s how it is in 99
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| It’s just World War against these motherfucking cops
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| Feel it
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| It’s the year twenty hundred, the devil’s still running
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| Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit
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| You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin
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| On top of that we living in New Orleans
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| Yet I’m trying to make something shake
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| The only thing between me and my cake is Fake Jake
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| But it get trifer
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| If I escape then its cool but if not
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| Looking at a lifer, that’s hard to cipher
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| Cause I ain’t trying to hear put no chip in my wrist
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| I’d rather drink shit and eat piss, it’s that serious
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| So get the phone, call my nigga Joe
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| Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store
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| Should I die following my big collection of dough
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| Tell my niggas that I didn’t die poor you know
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| Old sucka John ass copper, trailing me in the helicopter
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| I cocked back, went to busting at the chopper
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| It must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requesting
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| But thugs never learn their lesson |
| I’m strictly into banks, fuck blacks, they ain’t got shit
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| I’m running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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| The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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| Y’all know |