| Fuck niggas, tell them suck a dick
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| Lollipop hoes, sucker shit
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| Lefrack shooter squad
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| My murder unit, niggas running through your rod
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| I could occupy Wall Street
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| But I’d rather occupy where the halls be
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| They say morning sex is the best breakfast
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| If her head right, she might get a necklace
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| It ain’t tricking if you got it
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| You on top of the world, baby, that’s my dick
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| Militainment, for the princess
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| Got weight on her chest -- bench press
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| Yeah, I’m about to let my shooters go
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| Green light on you, I let my shooters know
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| Assassinate you
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| Cut your dick off, fucking castrate you
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| Yeah, this ain’t nothing but a war song
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| That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song
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| This ain’t nothing but a war song
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| That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song
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| They want beef, then we go to they crib
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| They want drama, then we go where they live
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| They want beef, then we go to they crib
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| Shit stinks and you know what it is
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| Fuck bitches, lick blood from a tampon
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| I’m the reason you wake up to your mans gone
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| Dead hoes, the Marilyn Monroes
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| Now tell me who the best, I’m all ears -- Dumbo
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| I stay on top of niggas, y’all giving top to niggas
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| I’m like them yellow cabs, bitch, you don’t stop for niggas
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| Dudes thirsty but I’m too laid back
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| And keep the fools needing water like a Kool Aid pack
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| Damn nice, damn right from Van Dyke
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| Buffalo these broads like the bottom of Air Nikes
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| Got em like, «Why they give her the damn mic?»
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| The way I eat bitches, niggas think I’m a damn dyke
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| Step in Guiseppes, niggas respect g
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| N.O.R.E. |
| are together like testes, see
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| So you might want to bang yourself
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| My pussy juice is on your nooses -- bitch, hang yourself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War Song , by - N.O.R.E.. Song from the album DJ Green Lantern Presents - Crack on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп