
Date of issue: 08.01.2007
Record label: DMAFT
Song language: English
War |
Uhh, this real New York shit right here man |
You already know |
Kool Keith, Gee-Banga let’s go |
(Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh) |
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo |
I wanted keys in my collection, so I loaded bullets in my weapon |
Put on my gear, gun in my hand, prepare for this 187 |
See I’m a hustler, not a murderer |
But if you get on my fuckin nerves then I’m gon' have to murder ya |
Badder than stores that’s from the Saudia |
Pull out my tec, gunnin yout neck execution style and just slaughter ya |
Cookin them cracks that you be coughin up |
Really don’t give a fuck about family or who you the son of daughter of |
You gon' really make me have to torture ya |
But that’s my second name in the hood, you can call me the extortion |
G to the Danger is the enforcer of, G.K.B |
And gangster shit that the streets could ever offer ya |
I always been less fortunate; |
so I fuck bitches |
Party and drink and blow that sticky to get up off of it |
When in reality you the talk of it |
So don’t be surprised me cock back and be demandin you take off your shit |
This is war, son you know we always packin that 4 |
And we puttin bullets straight through your door |
Plus we stayin on point cause we don’t wanna fall |
If you get caught slippin you’ll get killed for sure — brrrap! |
This is war, son you know we always packin that 4 |
And we puttin bullets straight through your door |
Plus we stayin on point cause we don’t wanna fall |
If you get caught slippin you’ll get killed for sure |
I’m international, worldwide traveller beyond that block shit |
You hear about it, y’all can’t avoid it when I drop shit |
It’s like takin a fat-ass sumo wrestler out with a dropkick |
You get they rap careers started, my job is stop shit |
Piss on anything y’all spit |
Door #1, I can play Bob, Barker |
Your bitch can’t bid here |
Better stay with the cock she picked, with sauce on her lip boss |
I fuck up your lip gloss |
Get your handicap games out nigga, cause you gonna limp across |
Like a slow man in the street |
Y’all niggas put up your umbrellas up |
Nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat |
That’s on the strength~! |
After you leave, the car wash |
I shit on top of your Cherokee Jeep |
When I knock on the door |
Niggas play like they not home, cause they scared to speak! |
Sleepin under beds, wrapped up in fuckin sheets! |
Sega Genesah nigga we finish a nigga |
Yeah, check it |
Dawg you cross me, you might as well take your own life |
See I ain’t takin no prisoners son, I’m even murderin your wife |
Slaughterin all your kids, yeah, I’m that trife |
Then sit down listen to your rep and give a thorough sermon |
About the wrath of Christ |
Drink some hot cocoa, sleep well that night |
Then wake up in the mornin, and write some Ultra elevation |
Do a show in Italy dawg, then listen to a standin ovation |
Make a couple of songs in Haitian |
Spanish and Japanese, bee-da-dong-yong |
I’m great son, make no mistake son |
You sleep on me all you want, and I bet you they find yo' ass in a lake son |
This is war… |
This is war… |
This is war… |
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Give the Drummer Some | 2004 |
Critical Beatdown | 2004 |
Ease Back | 2004 |
Ego Trippin' | 2004 |
Kool Keith Housing Things | 2004 |
Watch Me Now | 2004 |
Feelin' It | 2004 |
Moe Luv's Theme | 2004 |
Break North | 2004 |
One Minute Less | 2004 |
A Chorus Line ft. Tim Dog | 2004 |
Funky | 2004 |
When I Burn | 2004 |
Ain't It Good to You | 2004 |
Poppa Large | 1991 |
Ced-gee (Delta Force One) | 2004 |
Go 4 Yourz | 1991 |
Raise It Up | 1993 |
Bust The Facts | 1991 |
Vibrato | 2007 |