Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
War |
| Yeah! |
| yeah! |
| Right back niccas huh?! |
| Yeah that bounce we need, ya know |
| Marcy where we at huh? |
| Right here |
| Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz |
| Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy |
| Let me hold it down though, yo Let the hood know, that Bleek ain’t changed |
| Anywhere in the world, I don’t tuck the chain |
| And I walk like, yeah I need the 'cane/caine |
| But dawg that’s the shotty, trust me I ain’t playing |
| War, I’m ready for it to go there |
| Anybody that know me know I love when it go there |
| Dawg, and yeah that’s wassup |
| Four dimes, all mine nigga that’s wassup |
| Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out |
| You won’t get me cause the chain’s like it’s workin out |
| But E’s — still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe |
| Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne |
| Top come off, top stay on, whatever |
| Got rid of the five I don’t like the leathers niggas! |
| Six is better, more room and there’s more wood to cover my interior |
| This is war! |
| Enough of them words we wan’t war! |
| You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! |
| You gettin that money, we got more! |
| We got more nigga, this is war! |
| I warned her, man should not fear man |
| If you violate man then you die by hand |
| And it should be fine, behanded that man |
| That man I am and you don’t understand |
| But I hear the talking like Bleek where you been? |
| It’s unfortunate I’m in beef again huh |
| Niggaz is rappin and clappin I’m still laughin |
| Sat back in my hood and tried to live average |
| But — you still want me to bang at em Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em But I see you wanna stop my chill |
| Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil |
| Or — round table meeting wit Hov |
| You want me in the hood still over that stove |
| Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves |
| It ain’t nothing to a boss we’ll go in your clothes nigga |
| This is — not for children, not for lames |
| Only for real niggaz that can feel what I’m saying |
| If it’s — too blatant then it’s not for you |
| You do a hit, throw up later, it’s not for you |
| So — just quit you bitch, making me sick |
| You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and |
| I’ve been away for a minute |
| Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women |
| I’m right back nicca, where you at nicca? |
| Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga |
| And I tried to chill, even though |
| I got to spit everyday like I ain’t signed a deal nigga! |
| Mama’s still in the hood, work steel in defense |
| I got a flow like I’m still on the bench nigga |
| Got a delivery like Sunday’s paper |
| I lay that down and I get that paper nigga! |