Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
War |
| There’s a war in the streets tonight |
| And nobody’s really feelin’alright |
| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic |
| I know now that I’m feelin’right if it goes down |
| 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown |
| And I know it’s not my time to go now |
| 'Cause God’s got my back in this showdown |
| So I know we’ll be alright |
| Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin’those |
| Briefcases, silk ties, slick as them older folks |
| Silver fo'-fo', got no, |
| My chauffer driver just left some of my colleagues smokin’that Cali |
| Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney’s shop window |
| Kinda’see my father’s features creepin’in a little |
| Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica |
| Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools’ll take her |
| And I’m late to a dite with my wife, I realize |
| I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise |
| And I’m walkin’through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, through the fire pride stop |
| There’s a war in the streets tonight |
| And all this drama’s got me feelin’uptight |
| I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t see my boo |
| 'Cause she’s standin’on the corner of Linden Boulevard |
| Holding our baby in her baby in her arms |
| So hold on, your daddy’s in sight |
| Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes |
| For the first time, praise God, baby mom’s cryin' |
| Planned to be a strong black family |
| But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin' |
| New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin’with |
| Nothin’but the worst type, worst fight |
| But we brought my baby home the first night |
| Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib |
| Ragin’in my new car bought from entertainment |
| Champaign and gainin’clout fast, whiplash |
| Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass |
| Grabbed her by the pony tail, never disrespect me |
| I’m a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi |
| Moved back to your grandma, I’m single, the land’s mine |
| She keeps the Benz, I’m all in the streets again |
| Squeezin’the pen, released again, chart toppers, |
| Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom’s problems |
| New woman, she’s great, this a different world, |
| Checkin’out my wife’s chemistry with my little girl |
| It’s so amazin’playin', life is so crazy |
| I’ve grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me There’s a war in the streets tonight |
| And nobody’s really feelin’alright |
| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic |
| I know now that I’m feelin’right if it goes down |
| 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown |
| And I know it’s not my time to go now |
| 'Cause God’s got my back in this showdown |
| So I know we’ll be alright |