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War

Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, 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

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

But dawg, that's the shorty, 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 niggaz

Six is better, more room

And there's more wood to cover my interior

This is war, enough of them words, we want war

You throw a couple of shots, we throw more

You gettin' that money, we got more

We got more, nigga, this is war

This is war, enough of them words, we want war

You throw a couple of shots, we throw more

You gettin' that money, we got more

We got more, nigga, this is war

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' Mc Neil

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

This is war, enough of them words, we want war

You throw a couple of shots, we throw more

You gettin' that money, we got more

We got more, nigga, this is war

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, nigga, where you at, nigga?

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

This is war, enough of them words, we want war

You throw a couple of shots, we throw more

You gettin' that money, we got more

We got more, nigga, this is war

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