War with God

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Christopher Brian Bridges (born September 11, 1977), better known by his stage name Ludacris, is an American rapper, entrepreneur and actor. Along with his manager, Chaka Zulu, Ludacris is the co-founder of Disturbing tha Peace, an imprint distributed by Def Jam Recordings. Ludacris has won a Scree… more »

The time has come, for bad things to leave 
The time has come, for life to begin 
The time has come, for the war of the gods 

It's that time 
I'ma take the subtle approach first 
'Cause I'm just gettin' started 
Let's go 

Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it 
Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it 
Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it 
But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it 
I never claimed to be nuthin' but who the fuck I am 
Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man 
Understand, nuthin' you did makes you better nigga 
You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga 
Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em 
I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room 
And still have room for young Karma to play 
Givin' back to the children of tomorrow, for good karma today 
So you can say what ya wanna say, and you can talk that talk 
But real niggas ain't doing no talkin' cause we walk that walk 
Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan 
So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multimillion man 

How many times is you goin' rap about busting your gun 
How many times is you goin' trap without busting your gun 
Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general 
Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals 
And I ain't never did a day in my life 
But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life 
I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth 
I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south 
I give a damn about ya hootin' and hollerin', and it ain't botherin' me 
I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to three 
You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me 
You ain't made nigga 
I'm havin' a house party, kid come get played nigga 
You got played, my record label never jerked me 
So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me 
I feed off your energy, my powers with God 
So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard

See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil
And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level
I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin'
So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election
Man, mix tapes or not my resume is too hot
And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number one spot
So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up
And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up


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