Lyrics:
the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get that, pal?
Once it's war, nigga, skip town
'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
nothin' like ghetto love
You love you a ghetto thug
I done broke yo' heart before
Tryna buy you a 'vette off drugs
Baby sit it on my face
Let me lick
sure
That you exactly what I need and what I really want
If you don't teach me how to love ima go to war
Drug sex drug sex
Yea yea
I might pop a perky
havin' his baby
The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
[whistle blows]
[female] Slaughter
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile
and created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just
at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
to profit
You got what I want and I need it right now
Give it to me baby I don't care how
I hold my money with my left
Got the world in my right pocket
Smoke
Probleme, Drugs und Cash
Doch ich kam daraus, ja, by myself
Fliege wohin ich will, auf der ganzen Welt
Aber ohne dich, läuft hier nichts perfekt
Shawty,
bitch i can't relate
Light just flashing on my face
Take this drugs vampire babe
I got angels by my side
Fell out of heaven I might die
Stab me in
Talkin' practice baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter
I'm the bullet, bitch
[Verse One: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your
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
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my
squeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with
that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns
I am a war general, seasoned in preparation
My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration
got some 25
And we're putting it into the gin supply
We want a satellite crashing outta the skies
And a firework display by ballistic missiles
I got
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
Tell me do you want Dior baby
Fly away baby to New York baby
Got you drippin in Dior baby
Then it's Fendi by the shore baby
Have some some better
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy me
It's fatal efficiently I delete and flee
The art of war livin' sucka free, get with me
Nigga just don't sleep
Damn
Hey
Hey Okay Okay
Yeah Yeah
Huh Hey
I been in war with luv basically been in a war with drugs damn
I think I'm going too much
Can't even
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