Lyrics:
[Chorus: x2]
(What about us?) What about my niggas still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
One man is black, one man is white
One works by the light of the day and the other one works at night
They both live so differently but they are so
you switch sides on me lil nigga you know I was reason you was eating
That's why I ride solo and stay by my dolo keep ya two cents I don't need it
Same
cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
yall
Westside get busy yall
Worldwide get busy yall
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
Fuck
get busy ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels,
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
joint right here (apocalypse baby)
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes...
[Wyclef - Hook - 2
like Nat Turner with two burners
Bustin' back 'cause I'm black
Now you learn a lesson on how to act
Messin' with original seed'll cause you
inside the club two hundred deep you might get drug in here (on ma)
My youngin he don't talk he like to creep he bout that war fare (bop)
Heen got no
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops
men's dream
And you two-faced crusaders
Both sides are obscene
War's not made by God
War's made by men
Who misdirect our attention while you thieves
is tip top and never flip-flop
Why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated, all these
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
A Queen without self-esteem But, listen if u can
(Come Again)?
I said listen 2 your man
Strong black coffee Afrikan
But u won't (why)?
Cuz your ears r like
no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so
loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme
this is war
(talking in background)
Get your fucking heads in the game, please!
This season don't mean nothin if we lose this!
word up
Verse 2:
As a,
an elephant with a twenty-two
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed
lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up
With the stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass
My bitch got the meanest
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