| Song | War 4 Reason |
| Artist | Fiend |
| Album | Street Life |
| 作词 : Fiend | |
| -Yo what's up, this | |
| KL. It's about 4:30 in the morning | |
| Date March 9th 1999 | |
| We doing this song to inspire anybody out there having to war for a right cause | |
| So, this song for you | |
| Chorus: Now when | |
| I war I war for reason | |
| Start the cars like the ? | |
| Gods? cause we all are leaving | |
| I'm a survivor with heart so there'll be no treason | |
| Get your final prayers in cause somebody bleeding | |
| Can ya say the same. 2x | |
| My favorite word is strategic destined to make the disbelieve believe | |
| Our street teaching if | |
| I die you know | |
| I O-D'd it | |
| Ghetto nigga receive it when | |
| I FedEx and release it | |
| Fiend highly needed in the hood to cut they teeth with | |
| I'm F-I-E- | |
| N-D shottie | |
| That adrenaline when you waring with somebody | |
| But smarter than the average about as bad as as it is | |
| Who really wants to see what a savage is | |
| Will fuck with my family, money, my piece and mighty my dawgs | |
| In any city my nigga that's proper cause | |
| I'm the judge, jury, bailiff and all laws | |
| Disrespect you'll never live to see how you lost | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 | |
| X I know they scared | |
| I'm on some other shit | |
| Bulletproofly prepared with the toughest click | |
| Ain't this a bitch, they done fucked up and let me loose | |
| My enemies sware that | |
| I'm tripping like | |
| Bishop from | |
| Juice bad as ?? | |
| Keep a nigga like me high and calm | |
| Weeded cause my condition is nothing from the norm | |
| Off the douja, that was caught up in my blury vision | |
| I was screaming at you "go" but you niggaz didn't listen | |
| What I'm missing is a couple of ?? | |
| Living explosive like a bomb with a silent tick | |
| Blessed with a gift to speak to my breed only | |
| Thug, survivors and soldiers its all the same army | |
| Nah Chorus: | |
| Repeat 2X | |
| My one child philosophy if | |
| I reveal lets rock it who stopping me | |
| Bloody 20's in my hand while cops steady popping me | |
| Logically rotten me getting close to castastrophe | |
| Choose to let that chopper speak before they put rock in me | |
| Silently but violently before they called truce | |
| Anything I'm blasting the pain can reduce | |
| I knew in my head | |
| I had someting loose | |
| Mentally in the streets that's all of my troops | |
| Mercenary survivor first soldier always | |
| Combat ready since | |
| I walked the school hallways | |
| The Excited | |
| Private who you think that | |
| I'm writing for | |
| Mental wards, the mind's behind bars what | |
| I'm fighting for | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 | |
| X -We ain't out here fighting for nothing nigga | |
| Everytime you open your mothafucking eyes on the street you fighting for something | |
| Fighting to live, fighting to survive | |
| Just know what the fuck you fighting for |
| zuò cí : Fiend | |
| Yo what' s up, this | |
| KL. It' s about 4: 30 in the morning | |
| Date March 9th 1999 | |
| We doing this song to inspire anybody out there having to war for a right cause | |
| So, this song for you | |
| Chorus: Now when | |
| I war I war for reason | |
| Start the cars like the ? | |
| Gods? cause we all are leaving | |
| I' m a survivor with heart so there' ll be no treason | |
| Get your final prayers in cause somebody bleeding | |
| Can ya say the same. 2x | |
| My favorite word is strategic destined to make the disbelieve believe | |
| Our street teaching if | |
| I die you know | |
| I OD' d it | |
| Ghetto nigga receive it when | |
| I FedEx and release it | |
| Fiend highly needed in the hood to cut they teeth with | |
| I' m FIE | |
| ND shottie | |
| That adrenaline when you waring with somebody | |
| But smarter than the average about as bad as as it is | |
| Who really wants to see what a savage is | |
| Will fuck with my family, money, my piece and mighty my dawgs | |
| In any city my nigga that' s proper cause | |
| I' m the judge, jury, bailiff and all laws | |
| Disrespect you' ll never live to see how you lost | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 | |
| X I know they scared | |
| I' m on some other shit | |
| Bulletproofly prepared with the toughest click | |
| Ain' t this a bitch, they done fucked up and let me loose | |
| My enemies sware that | |
| I' m tripping like | |
| Bishop from | |
| Juice bad as ?? | |
| Keep a nigga like me high and calm | |
| Weeded cause my condition is nothing from the norm | |
| Off the douja, that was caught up in my blury vision | |
| I was screaming at you " go" but you niggaz didn' t listen | |
| What I' m missing is a couple of ?? | |
| Living explosive like a bomb with a silent tick | |
| Blessed with a gift to speak to my breed only | |
| Thug, survivors and soldiers its all the same army | |
| Nah Chorus: | |
| Repeat 2X | |
| My one child philosophy if | |
| I reveal lets rock it who stopping me | |
| Bloody 20' s in my hand while cops steady popping me | |
| Logically rotten me getting close to castastrophe | |
| Choose to let that chopper speak before they put rock in me | |
| Silently but violently before they called truce | |
| Anything I' m blasting the pain can reduce | |
| I knew in my head | |
| I had someting loose | |
| Mentally in the streets that' s all of my troops | |
| Mercenary survivor first soldier always | |
| Combat ready since | |
| I walked the school hallways | |
| The Excited | |
| Private who you think that | |
| I' m writing for | |
| Mental wards, the mind' s behind bars what | |
| I' m fighting for | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 | |
| X We ain' t out here fighting for nothing nigga | |
| Everytime you open your mothafucking eyes on the street you fighting for something | |
| Fighting to live, fighting to survive | |
| Just know what the fuck you fighting for |