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(feat. Lil' Keke, Yukmouth) |
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[Verse 1: C-Bo] |
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What? yeah it's war now this is what we call war |
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You either respect us ride wit us slide with us |
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Nigga anything else is obsolete regime life bitch |
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No love for them bitch niggas that wanna see me under |
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That's why I step in the car with my forty four |
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Revolver thunderrrrrrrr I bang them like war missles |
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Leaving nothing but brain thizzles close range |
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But slug no pistol got off like king kong |
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Pushing more cream than ding dongs got the whole city lock |
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And I'm dropping more kicks than wing chong |
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If it's a muder yea I knew it if it's personal I do it |
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You can't fuck with me loc I even had red rags to it |
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You get choke innocent by standards get smoked |
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Why you think I stay in a vest nigga this is west coast |
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The best coast with that sunshine and that ass tagging |
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Top down in a 64 with the ass dragging |
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I'm a menace and I'm in it for it all like I told |
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Lil keke and yuk I'm in this to ball |
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Fuck ya'll nigga to witness this is westside |
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Troops got a whole crew red and blue and I send them |
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Straight to you |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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It's war fuck your enemies on site, we smash |
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Do this shit like Biggie and 'Pac on site, we blast |
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This is the west you gone die soon |
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Nigga that don't mean shit to a tycoon |
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[Verse 2: Lil' Keke] |
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You niggas want war get war dink chore as I cock the heat |
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And proceed to split yours niggas talk a lot of shit |
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But they don't really want beef |
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Known dam well when I slide by hit them wit heat |
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If it's on then it's on nigga then let it be |
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I be patrolling your hood with archiball reef |
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Ready for war thug lord said it before when shit get hot we blow the spot |
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We see door we take action let's get it cracking |
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Pistol packing thought you was smacking |
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Shoot your muthafucking back when my niggas |
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When my niggas talking shit my niggas popping shit |
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And no time for talking bitch is dropping clips |
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Ain't no love nigga live from the west you best sleep |
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With a gun and a vest in your nest I ain't going |
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Out with a fucking slug in my chest I bomb personal muthafuckas |
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Throw them label them a threat it's war |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Yukmouth] |
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Thug lord this is the high to pack a lighter tommy side of drama |
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Fuckig timer I eat these niggas alive like jeffery rama |
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Phantom of the opera feds be chopper copper fuck the monster |
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Copper thug lord period niggas want war bust yours if your |
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Serious our niggas is furious I got the hard core fearing this |
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My blast will leave niggas crying that how real this is |
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They feeling this menace the nemisis they break bitch ass niggas |
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Vacate the premisis kill they protective witnesses |
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My niggas straight business with a hundred rounds of ak |
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Say say everyday raw going down like may day |
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Major gun play I'm a no limit solder be the roller |
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Heat holder talking practice on a master pee poster bitch |
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[Chorus] |
