Lyrics:
the fattest asses
Like, "Who you calling bitch?!
Little black bastards!"
We had to wave the flag
Here come they baby dad
Drug dealers in the crazy
Jag looking
a mission, love is war baby, yeah
Gave you one big missile two big bombs baby, yeah
Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby
Got a meet a nigga
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
shooting heat
I KNOW WAR
I KNOW WAR
I know war
By the time I turnt 10
I started a gang of my own
It was me from
Yosemite
Reginald Washington from Yellowstone
M.A.D.
Whoa baby, let's go, go, go, go M.A.D.
Baby, let's go, go M.A.D.
Yeah baby, let's go, go, go, go M.A.D.
Well, you never lost a war
By being
drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black
drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black
club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit
Claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside
Baby it's on
Watch my guns illuminate
baby girl I think that stands to me
I'm on the front line and Im risking my life
I'll make a sacrifice just to have you by my side
Youre the one I love,
M.A.D.
Whoa baby, let's go, go, go, go M.A.D.
Baby, let's go, go M.A.D.
Yeah baby, let's go, go, go, go M.A.D.
Well, you never lost a war
By being
who don't stand a chance
Hope to benefit by his stupid war?
Babies crippled with hunger before they could walk,
Mothers with dry breasts cry dry
conquered by a villain
Knowing deep inside I ain't interested in living
Knowing deep inside I can't live without my children
Let's go to war
Let's go to war
(I'm at war)
Fightin' for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
(I'm at war)
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl cause you mean the world
to my pistol
We broke in and out grabbin
Blue in cheese by the fistful
Cannons on a rat sendin bitches
20 Missiles
Paralyzed his lil bro new
Wheelchair
get rich
That's a Northeast nigga
Bet he keep a stick
So what hood you from?
Baby rep ya' shit
SP to Uptown, baby keep it lit
Yea it's Gang Wars
Yea
Missiles hit killing families and their friends
Parents run, it is nowhere safe though
Yeah
My neighbour is a savage (savage)
Calls war peace, death life -
for the babies that’s not organically fed
Inflicted by crack heroin dirty water and Led
Still we make no excuses make something out of nothing really
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
done fell in love with a missile
I been taking drugs for the mental
Putting all my pain aside, no coincidental
I been by my lonely, looking for a better
a hint of remorse in me
Cold to my core feels like only in war do I ever find normalcy
Like on the beaches of Normandy
Live by the sword, I'ma die when
reportin'
Mafia ties, drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs. Stark-iano, headline the news
Police pull war on crime, they're gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped,
and fuckin your hoes
Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit, claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside baby it's
let the missiles rain on your parade
Cause my love is a soldier and my heart is a grenade
(kabloom!)
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War
I pray to the lord I don’t die by my sword all of this suffering pain from these sores
The battle lives on forever it’s war shot shell like
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