Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War N Peace, artist - Styles P. Album song Dime Bag, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
War N Peace |
| A kind wolf is still a wolf |
| Never confuse peace |
| Can’t wait to buck shots at the enemies, ayy |
| It’s like that |
| Shouldn’t listen to the Ghost if you was never insane |
| Never the same once you learn to weather the pain |
| May you be never indicted, never arraigned |
| Can’t appreciate the sun if it never would rain |
| Respected by the Crips and the Bloods with the old flags |
| Ridin' dirty, ratchet on her but no tags |
| Keep your foot on the gas or you gettin' a toe tag |
| Get a hole in your mask, you ain’t able to draw fast |
| Ask God for a autograph knowin' he draw fast |
| But how I’m gon' get it when I’m on the warpath? |
| I would battle the sun and the moon for more cash |
| I could humble myself if I’m on the Lord’s path |
| I’ma schizo, maybe I’m a psycho |
| Disciple of the night and all that is trifle |
| Ex-dope boy, did all that, was trifle |
| I’m about peace but still got my rifle |
| I’m about peace but I’m with these hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies runnin' |
| up the street |
| I’m about war but I’m with my brother and his family concerned with how they |
| live and how they eat |
| I’m about peace but I’m with these hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies runnin' |
| up the streets |
| I’m about war but I’m 'bout my brother and his family concerned with how they |
| live and how they eat |
| Thinkin' to myself, I shouldda took my time |
| Left the dope game for rap, shouldda took my lines |
| Get the city on my back, never took my spine |
| Off the stoop by seven, was a crook by nine |
| From the era where they screamed out, «do that shit!» |
| Do that shit, you had coke, you moved that shit |
| Police chase, got work, yeah, you threw that shit |
| Now it’s different, got weed, homie, grew that shit |
| Sold a watch, who you 'bout to drink Blued Out with? |
| Play Suge, get in line, throw some 2pac shit |
| Two joints together, Queensbridge, oowop shit |
| Home invasion, nigga, I shoot niggas, goowop shit |
| You could die or kill, yeah, nigga, two options, I’m or Bruce Lee |
| But it’s the Game of Death if you ever choose P |
| I’m about peace but I need a few feet |
| I’m about peace but I’m with these hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies runnin' |
| up the street |
| I’m about war but I’m with my brother and his family concerned with how they |
| live and how they eat |
| I’m about peace but I’m with these hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies runnin' |
| up the streets |
| I’m about war but I’m 'bout my brother and his family concerned with how they |
| live and how they eat |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots, I ain’t but a hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies |
| runnin' up the street |
| Wolf is still wolf and I ain’t cryin' wolf, my nigga, so you know that the wolf |
| is gon' eat |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots, I ain’t but a hunnid shots buckin' at my enemies |
| runnin' up the street |
| Lion’s still a lion and I ain’t even lyin', my nigga, so you know that a lion’s |
| gon' eat |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |
| Loadin' up a hunnid shots |