Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War , by - Magic. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
War |
| (*talking*) |
| This organization was built on me What I put together, that no man come in between |
| I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm |
| You don’t wanna go to, you don’t wanna go to You don’t wanna go to war with us You don’t wanna go to, you don’t wanna go to What… |
| You don’t wanna go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous |
| You don’t wanna go to war with these |
| Soldier boys we bout it bout it, so nigga please whooa |
| You don’t wanna go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous |
| You don’t wanna go to war with these |
| You hating my click, well nigga please whooa |
| See I’m sick dog, and I rip your lip off, if I get pissed off |
| Or ripped off uh-huh, that’s when the shit starts |
| I’m vicious, I didn’t get all of my shots |
| When I bite I lock, and I won’t let loose until the bones pop |
| And I watch you, until your vital signs stop |
| And walk off in the night, with no worries fuck the cops |
| This shit is real dog, play with us and watch how many pop up In the junk yard scattered round, bodies all chopped up If I flip out, I take a quick flight up out the country |
| Better ask somebody, Mr. Magic he acts a donkey |
| I spit shit that make the average, not stand a chance |
| And I keep spitting until the top dogs, know I’m the man |
| I’m running you back to the streets, go and hustle the corners |
| This time I’m playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn’t wanna |
| Four c-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to ones |
| Your pockets is getting young son, so Close and personal with the sorrow |
| Connected with the, crooked to fire your hips |
| Whole nation regretting, that their punishment raised killas |
| You forget about having this, the game not fair |
| No trusting in one another, when the love not there |
| I promise thug life, niggas control this track |
| Since you niggas twisted the game, we just twisting it back |
| I’m related to hurting, hurting by material praise |
| Settle for less, and let the stress make us forget about better days |
| Have mercy, these demons wouldn’t guide us right |
| We come if nobody’s trying to make it, to the guiding light |
| I’m a victim of living, pay me what you owe and hate |
| And let me die, with a smiling face |
| Just me and my people thugging forever, we no longer bleed no mo' |
| And who so ever approach us, don’t wan breathe no mo' |
| Give a blessing to every nigga, that held us down |
| My people issue in hell right now |
| I’m a ridiculous lyricist, you hear the fire in my vocals |
| You can’t keep up, and oh well got me some more sales |
| 25 years old, but I’m young and I’m still learning |
| This shit just pours outta me, keep the c.d.s burning |
| Fuck gold, I’m trying to sell a couple of mill |
| If this ain’t my year, then somebody is getting killed |
| Excuse my anger, but I feel like I’m being cheated |
| I won’t be denied, I refuse to be defeated |
| If we broke we jacking, anything got cash |
| If I can’t make it in this rap, y’all better kill my ass |
| Cause I click off knock your dick off, and leave you stuck out |
| If I let you live, then pray nigga cause you been lucked out |
| Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow behind you |
| Beat you both to death, where they mama she couldn’t find you |
| And them people that signed you, got to charge it to the game |
| Still the same, ain’t a thang changed |