Wanna Go to War lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Crunchy Black, DJ Paul]
What's up, Paul, mane?
sh*t
Mane, you know every time I see that n*gga, mane
That n*gga be talkin' 'bout "f*ck Triple Six" and sh*t, man
You know what's wrong with that, b*tch?
That b*tch got anna? Or somethin?
I can tell a b*tch got anna
If he did, he'd take care of business like a real n*gga
This for all ya'll ho's

[Hook]
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
There's always a n*gga in back of the club
Actin' like lil' b*tches callin' names
Talkin' all of that sh*t all damn night in the club
But them b*tches did not do a thang
Talk all of that yang if you want to
But boy, you best back all the anna away
'Cause Triple Six ready for violence n*gga
Triple Six ready for bustin' shells
Ain't no use in you showin' out, damn fool
'Cause you will just get your damn f*ckin' head split
Now sit yo' lil' monkey ass down
'Cause don't nobody want your damn b*tch or your sh*t
Now boy, your ass better think twice
Before you decide to play with Mafia boys
'Cause when you wish to play with Mafia boys
You best bring you some dangerous toys
Don't make me pull out the sickle
And f*ck up the dance club with your ho-n*gga blood
Scarecrow will unload and go loco
And smoke every joke that approach in this club
Now, I came to rap and get paid
I did not come to spray up somebody's damn child
But it always gotta be some n*ggas that wanna get too wild
Now n*ggas can't just have some fun
They wanna fight, they wanna gun
For some, that's the only reason that they come
But n*ggas like that are the ones Lord Infamous ready for
Just listen to the breakdown, for the ones who just ignore
[Hook]
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I can tell that b*tch want some of me
The Triple Six don't ride shotgun, we ride Uzi
Plastic Glock, Ruger, Nine, and the Cali
With the hundred round clip in the alley
Of your hood n*gga, you see me every day
Never make a move, or never wanna play
With the gangsta ass chucky-style
Devil so mean, bullsh*t to the side
Don't come solo, bring your whole team (Whole team)
To the circle, if there's any real n*gga
In any one of you ho's
Don't try to hide, we kickin' down them doors
The Black Haven zone is where you'll find me, b*tch
So no excuses when I wreck up your click
With the click on my Triple Six weapon, ho
So quit talkin' that sh*t to your roadies, 'fore I test ya, ho
And my only side kick that was name is 54
So now, ya know, what the f*ck you waitin' for?
[Hook]
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothaf*ckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothaf*cka, what you waitin' for?
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