[Intro]
Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?!
Yeah that bounce we need, ya know
Marcy where we at huh? Right here
Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz
Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy
Let me hold it down though, yo
[Verse]
Let the hood know, that Bleek ain`t changed
Anywhere in the world, I don`t tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah I need the `cane/caine
But dawg that`s the shotty, trust me I ain`t playing
War, I`m ready for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah that`s wassup
Four dimes, all mine nigga that`s wassup
Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out
You won`t get me cause the chain`s like it`s workin out
But E`s - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne
Top come off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the five I don`t like the leathers niggas!
Six is better, more room and there`s more wood to cover my interior
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
This is war! Enough of them words we wan`t war!
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more!
You gettin that money, we got more!
We got more nigga, this is war!
[Verse]
I warned her, man should not fear man
If you violate man then you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you don`t understand
But I hear the talking like Bleek where you been?
It`s unfortunate I`m in beef again huh
Niggaz is rappin and clappin I`m still laughin
Sat back in my hood and tried to live average
But - you still want me to bang at em
Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em
But I see you wanna stop my chill
Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil
Or - round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood still over that stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves
It ain`t nothing to a boss we`ll go in your clothes nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse]
This is - not for children, not for lames
Only for real niggaz that can feel what I`m saying
If it`s - too blatant then it`s not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, it`s not for you
So - just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and
I`ve been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women
I`m right back nicca, where you at nicca?
Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill, even though
I got to spit everyday like I ain`t signed a deal nigga!
Mama`s still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like I`m still on the bench nigga
Got a delivery like Sunday`s paper
I lay that down and I get that paper nigga!
[Chorus]
