| Y’all muthafuckas wanna go to war?
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| Nigga we’ll give you war
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| Nigga this Black Market
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| Dott Dogg, show these niggas what it’s like when we go to war
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| First Verse:
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| You say you ready for war, so I’m about to take flight nigga
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| Dott Dogg, fuck all y’all I never liked niggas
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| Break mics quicker than Billy the Kid pulled triggas
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| Like Canibus I eat emcees til' I’m full nigga
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| I’m locin' up, leavin' you niggas broken up
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| Slit out your tongue, cut your throat, leave ya chokin' up
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| You smokin' up a gang of sherm got your brain fried
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| Toe to toe, head up nigga we the same size
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| Flows flow, fed up, tired and you talkin' shit
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| Preachin' with your wack style, what else? |
| Talkin' shit
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| Lookin' for your wack style against this Blocc shit
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| Battle me, get got with, like a Glock bitch
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| You must be dreamin', nights be wakin' up screamin'
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| I’m right there, your pall bearers, me, and five demons
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| I dare you Devil, test it and get your bubble peeled
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| Get sacked like a quarterback fuckin' with Stubblefield
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| You ever heard revenge? |
| Me and my nigga Dott Dogg on a murder binge
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| Shot 'em all, watch’em fall like we murder men
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| We do illegal shit like we never heard of sin
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| We ruin people with them fifty caliber Desert eags
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| When you see us comin' all y’all baller niggas best to leave
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| You best believe it’s goin' down and you the next to bleed
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| Make some sound and catch some rounds til' that’s guaranteed
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| We sharin' weed just the flammable shit
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| Turn your loc into an animal quick
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| Dott Dogg can we handle this shit?
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| That’s affirmative nigga
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| So now we shermin' it nigga
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| Where the black and bloody glove?
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| We burnin' it nigga
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| You better be learnin' it nigga
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| Money burnin' it nigga
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| And if you ain’t on that page, you better be turnin' it nigga
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| X-Raided loc, I ain’t givin' a fuck about y’all clout
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| We’re like them chariots to war
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| And there are plenty of scouts, we shout
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| Chorus:
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| Take flight like stealth bombers in a war zone
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| You wanted funk my nigga? |
| So now the war’s on
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| Late night I’m on a creep for a full chrome
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| Red light boom, will drive inside your dome |
| Take flight like stealth bombers in a war zone
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| You wanted funk my nigga? |
| So now the war’s on
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| Late night I’m on a creep for a full chrome
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| Red light boom, will drive inside your dome
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| Second Verse:
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| Fuckin' homegrown, I’m the Northern Cali green leaf
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| Split your dome with one hit, now you want peace?
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| Pit bull, well I can shake til' I good and leave
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| Clip full, got hollow tips BITCH swallow this
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| I’m sicker than aliens on Mars Attack
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| Act gat hollerin' at’cha with whoever got’cha back
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| Fact, non-fiction, sendin' my niggas on a rhyme mission
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| Your whole house, kids, and your baby Moms missin'
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| But still all you wanna run up on a murder Man
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| Got a reputation for bein' quick to hurt a man
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| No hesitatin', premeditatin' some cold shit
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| My designation, assassinatin' your whole clique
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| Yeah, yeah, open up the casket, nigga I ain’t dead yet
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| Ash to ash, dust to dust, ain’t been said yet
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| Had Dott Dogg fill the bulletholes stuck on bedrest
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| So I left you in the car with your brains on the headrest
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| Got that heart, Hannibal heart is all a nigga need |
| You doin' 100? |
| You best to pick a quicker speed
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| You best to heed, every warning y’all niggas receive
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| Cuz in the morning, we comin' for all our enemies
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| Picture these, beg and plead for your life
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| But for my clip to squeeze, I look you dead in your eyes
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| Tell ya «Nigga Please»
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| Hit your liver then your kidneys
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| Got your boxers, full of bloody piss and feces
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| Look what it got you fuckin' with these Northern Cali G’s
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| It’s a disease, incurable sickness indeed
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| If you sleep I’ma creep, leave that pillow bloody red
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| Who got y’all? |
| X-Raided and Dott Dogg then I said: |