[Chorus: Mac]
It's World War
Can't nobody run and hide
It's World War
Cuz everybody's gonna die
It's World War n*gga
Can't no n*gga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the Rath of a n*gga who bust
It's World War
Can't nobody run and hide
It's World War
Cuz everybody's gonna die
It's World War n*gga
Can't no n*gga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the Rath of a n*gga who bust
It's World War
If you want it let's go get it get it
If it's what you need n*gga we committed
If it's standing in your way n*gga split it split it
And if it's real take it down with ya
[Mac]
I'm Mac the motherf*cking camoflauge hitman
And murda murda is what they get when them unpure
They sick of your sh*t and your funural is my cure
It be a betta world without cha I'll be so sure
Come one come all watcha em all fall
f*ck aorund with tha block-a block-a, I kicks it off like soccer
Would you like to go to war with me?
I'll make you sorry that you ever played a card with me
Ya b*tch you n*gga I'm soldier, got that eyes of a tiger
If you's a biter me and my n*ggas don't like ya
We don't feel ya, if it sound to familar
We might steal ya, in other words we gonna kill ya
Mac-a-don, and represent to the fullest
Put my name on a record I'll put your name on a bullet
I never liked ya anyway ya b*tch you
Say my name so we can make it official
And get ya issue my n*gga
[Chorus]
[Magic]
I hear em scream bloody murder, hoping that they didn't see my face
Didn't want to kill em, but they had to be erased
With all that bullsh*t that they be speaking
Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep
Thats how it is, I was raised by the thugs
They all had potential but they told me to sell drugs
It's World War 3 motherf*cker, you f*cking with Mac you f*cking with me
His enemy's my enemy, you wouldn't wanna go against this squad
You betta run and hide cause somebody bout to die
If Mac say it's on then it's on, f*ck sleep
We ride till the early f*cking morning, looking for you b*tch n*ggas
Yall started we gonna finish this sh*t
Take my picture and put it on a t-shirt b*tch
I know you motherf*ckers heard about me
The ones thats deceased are the ones that doupt me
You can call me Mr. 9th Ward
[Chorus]
[D.I.G.]
Money and guns is what I'm known for keeping in my presence
These n*ggas better feel, what the f*ck I'm tellin them
I'm a young ghetto n*gga rebellion
And I pull this from my weapon eat a n*gga flesh every second
I'm on that Murda Murda kill sh*t and trill sh*t
So feel that when I spit it's gonna be real sh*t
I got my guns up ready to hit
Run your mouth like a pus*y I'ma fill it with di*k
n*gga I'm a soldier, camaflouge n*gga from the 'Nolia
f*ck around with this war sh*t n*gga your world is over
If it's what you need n*gga come and get it get it
If you want beef n*gga I'm commited and wit it
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