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You Want War

Peep me out, look

Head busting, black fatigues

So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet

Nigga, respect meWhen you see tha left hand bugging, nigga, respect it

But if you see tha left hand busting, nigga, you're disrespecting

Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha

Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brothaIt's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha

Disconnect a boy like a damn change number

Uhh, hang up and try again

I kill ya, wake ya up and make you die againSpark it up and make a nigga block fry again

Go ta jail and do life, not five ta ten

Me, Lil' Mario and Toolie, that's my man, fam

My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van DammeAbout'chu 'cause we don't play around

Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground

Take tha ground that you walk on

Tap tha phones that you talk onJam ya up and take your arms off

I hit you twice with tha sawed-off

And your nigga just watch your head fall off, fall off

You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious

(What?)

I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust

(What?)I hit tha hood, be up in all black

(I hit tha hood, be in all black)

Numb nut

I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what?

I'm standing there like all mine

Run through your click like a weak defensive line

Doggy freshYou want war, nigga, let's beef, beef

We can do it how ya want or take it to tha streets, streets

I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet

Through your air, leave ya burning like heat

(Through your air)What ya know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.

Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G

(Any G)

On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB

And if I can't kill you, killing your family

(Family)Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see

How fast I send shots through your 6V

(6V)

Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB

And I know you all know about Slim and BWe get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy

Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee

Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G

And the Baby still serving niggas for ten a ki, niggaLook, call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets

Call me big stunter, big stick or big body

Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds

Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire

Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma hollerWith a crate of Cristal, couple of blunts and a condom

Let him know if he down bad, that ain't my problem

(Let him know if)

Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him

Chop him, put tha flame to himAll of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him

'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne

Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings

But since I use ta be doing tha best at thangsThat mean I gotta wear a vest that day

I really think them niggas jealous of tha sparkle in my necklace

He ain't ready, he ain't ready

Songwriters

Tab Virgil, Dwayne CarterPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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