Lyrics:
you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
'cause you don't fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
I ran into an old friend
On Highway 95
He was looking broken
And asked me for a ride
Told me bout his brother
The one who went to war
Said he lost
of the Armageddon three sixes
People reverse the system politics verse religion
Holy war muslim verse christians
Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
don't have the balls for this
People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
Mr. President I assume it was negligence
The streets upside down,
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
prepare yourself
For the time of your life, we are in rare form
This track goes hard with Travis Barker
'Cause the beat is much ? than a Magic Marker
?
Soutside motherfucker!!!!
Chorus
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody,
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean War
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
guaranteed spinnable
Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter
The funk freaker, with the big drum beater
What you scared for, better prepare
You're about
To lose your nerves
Shocked by the horrors of war
You can't keep your self control
Really hit hard by this war
Now you want to kill them all
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
prepare for it
I guess bein' weird's normal
And I don't know what's got a hold of me
Most notably I've been zonin' to Jodeci
I'm totally open,
the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke
I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
Took blocks to Wall for box of raw
What you think 33 in
a little story of an American family
She waited for him in World War Two
He fought the European campaign
Their son John spent two years in Nam
That
a war zone, war zone
We're in a war zone surviving through battles 'against the devil's goons
Death is coming 'if you don't know by now, you'll know it
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin' line
And you know another motherfuckin' thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
in this
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
you be so blind
Believing your god may be kind
Open your eyes and your mind
Soon you will know
God has left your side
Prepare for war
Belief must fall
God prepare the table for me, cut from a different cloth (man down)
Cut up, it's gon' cost, you don't get stripes for a junkie (uh-uh)
Flunkus payin'
prepare for Tical, to beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck all, get off that bullshit
And kick the fuckin tux off, now it's on
[Chorus:
every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes
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