| How many niggas wanna go to war with us
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| How many niggas really think they can hang with us
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| How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
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| Because we keep in the street
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| 7 days a week, nigga
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| Let me tell you bout these monkey ass niggas, all up in my grill
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| Niggas clamin' they down on my side but they ain’t on the real
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| Smilin' in my face, behind my back, they tryin' to get my raps
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| This ole wannabe nigga
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| I bet I slice you like a fuckin' snappa
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| Up in the streets
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| You lookin good
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| Its because of me
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| Keep it in mind without the sixth
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| You would never be
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| A nigga hit me for the 10−4
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| I hit a 10−4
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| On my walkie-talkie
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| Them niggas ask me what Im in fo
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| I said I need a nigga heart ta
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| Stop beatin'
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| We playin the same game
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| But these motha fuckas cheap brah
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| I treat this mother fuckin nigga fair
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| And In return what I get
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| The nigga try to cut my fuckin share
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| And to find out
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| He down wit cowards in the first
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| Think I’m talkin' bout you
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| We writin' a fuckin verse
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| Maybe I am nigga
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| Nigga maybe Im not
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| But if you think I am
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| You guilty
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| Feel the fuckin' buckshot
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| How many niggas wanna go to war with us
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| How many niggas really think they can hang with us
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| How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
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| Because we keep in the street
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| 7 days a week nigga
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| This shit we gettin' cause
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| We focus
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| We watch the dopest
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| We get ta smokin
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| Like molten
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| The niggas hopin
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| But cannot cope
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| With the locest
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| Eletric wit
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| 60,000 volts
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| Its ferocious
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| To get trocious
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| So take notes
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| Its provokive
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| You think we jokin
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| Hocus-Pokus
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| You open
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| The foo was scopin
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| Catch a pump
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| If ya dont keep
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| That nigga hard wit ya
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| Cut off ya door
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| Cut cha throat
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| Tie ya bed
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| His kids will with us when we roll
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| Take that boy
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| All his stuff
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| Nigga you dont hear me though
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| Keyser Soze, Lord Infamous- Scarecrow
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| Gun play, anda le, bodies in my chevrolet
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| Sunday through Monday, I wanna let guns spray
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| Tear da club up, Three 6 Mafia nigga
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| Time ta make the gas in the rainy ass beaker
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| It’s on
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| It’s a scam
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| Wit a frown
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| Make you put down
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| Frown town
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| Never was
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| Never
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| Was they punk
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| When they fuckin say it
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| How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
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| How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
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| How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
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| Because we keep in the street
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| 7 days a week nigga
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| Rule number 1, never steal from the Juice
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| Rule number 2, when you cross then your through
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| Rule number 3, I can’t see you when its dark
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| Rule number 4, is that nigga ridin in the car
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| Rule if you think a nigga playin wit you hoe
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| Then stick it to the streets
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| Cause real niggas often roll
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| And if I got a knife
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| Then theres gonna be some fuckin killins
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| Like if they talkin hard
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| Leave em hangin from the ceiling
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| And if you ain’t involved
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| Dont you get yourself involved
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| Cause hardest lookin niggas
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| That I know
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| Always pullin guns
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| Comin up in the game
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| I had to watch my back
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| Cause niggas want the rymes
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| They fuck my stack
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| Them jackers jack
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| Some people say how
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| I won a fuckin gold plat
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| And I still pack a strap
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| I make a phone call
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| To the thugs
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| They be shootin
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| Crap
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| And do
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| What I tell them
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| To do
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| Lets make these guns clap
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| Nigga
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| How, how, how, how…
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| How many niggas wanna go to war wit us
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| How many niggas really think they can hang wit us
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| How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep
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| Because we keep in the street
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| 7 days a week nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War With Us , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Mystic Stylez: The First Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп