| And I am coming with the range
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| Not calling no names on P
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| But this them same boys they said would never reach the key
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| Met Mister E. and him and me decided we could win
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| We flipped the script and we bout to be legal kingpins
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| Up in the wind
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| That message sent from old Savannah
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| They down with me so I ain’t got to call Atlanta
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| But if I do it ain’t nothing but even worse for you
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| Go call your soldiers
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| Tell them to bring the hearse for you
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| Just call me and tell Peter I be the Peter of the cipher
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| Down South Georgia Boy
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| Pastor Troy pass the rifle
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| Any rival ain’t no rival lest we make the rivalry
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| Having problems with my rifle
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| Y’all watch y’all enemies
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| Well cause
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| War has been declared
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| What’s up
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| Cuz war has been declared
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| What’s up
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| Cuz war has been declared
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| What’s up
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| What y’all gone do
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| What y’all gone do
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| Chorus: And I declare war
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| For my whole number connected
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| Bout to give life to all you punks
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| Y’all talk, we pop the trunk
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| Picture me and mine drunk
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| And crunk up cuz we mad
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| Ain’t never had before we hooked
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| Time to pull a kick doe
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| Negro we wrote the hook
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| Shook the dice up
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| The price I pay
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| My navy still my bill
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| Say yall want to go to war
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| And that’s ok cause now will
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| You know we filthy
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| Because to us no love was given
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| Somebody’s gone come up missing
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| Drooooom, die quickly
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| Chorus: I declare war
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| And I declare war |