War

Yeah, yeah, right back n*ggaz, huh
Yeah, that bounce we need ya know
Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here
Let me hear some new ****, yeah, n*ggaz
Just Blaze, you a ******** wit these beats
Boy, let me hold it down though
Yo, let the hood know, that Bleek aint changed
Anywhere in the world, I dont tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah, I need the cane
But dawg, thats the shorty, trust me I aint playing
War, Im ready for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah, thats wassup
Four dimes, all mine n*gga, thats wassup
Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out
You wont get me
Cause the chains like its workin out
But Es still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne
Top come off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the five
I dont like the leathers n*ggaz
Six is better, more room
And theres more wood to cover my interior
This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war
Enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war
I warned her, man, should not fear, man
If you violate, man, then you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you dont understand
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been? huh
Its unfortunate, Im in beef again, huh
N*ggaz is rappin and clappin Im still laughin
Sat back in my hood and tried to live average
But you still want me to bang at em
Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em
But I see you wanna stop my chill
Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit Mc Neil
Or round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood, still over that stove
N*gga, I got soldiers in droves
It aint nothing to a boss, well go in your clothes, n*gga
This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war
Enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war
This is not for children, not for lames
Only for real n*ggaz that can feel what Im saying
If its too blatant then its not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, its not for you
So just quit you *****, making me sick
You never pimped, you only friendly wit chicks
And Ive been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin like women
Im right back, n*gga, where you at, n*gga?
Keep the Mac n*gga, spit it like that n*gga
And I tried to chill
Even though I got to spit everyday like I aint signed a deal, n*gga
Mamas still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got aflow like Im still on the bench, n*gga
Got a delivery like Sundays paper
I lay that down and I get that paper, n*gga
This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war
Enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin that money, we got more
We got more, n*gga, this is war