It’s War lyrics

by

WC


[Verse 1: C-Bo]
What? yeah it's war now this is what we call war
You either respect us ride wit us slide with us
n*gga anything else is obsolete regime life b*tch
No love for them b*tch n*ggas that wanna see me under
That's why I step in the car with my forty four
Revolver thunderrrrrrrr I bang them like war missles
Leaving nothing but brain thizzles close range
But slug no pistol got off like king kong
Pushing more cream than ding dongs got the whole city lock
And I'm dropping more kicks than wing chong
If it's a muder yea I knew it if it's personal I do it
You can't f*ck with me loc I even had red rags to it
You get choke innocent by standards get smoked
Why you think I stay in a vest n*gga this is west coast
The best coast with that sunshine and that ass tagging
Top down in a 64 with the ass dragging
I'm a menace and I'm in it for it all like I told
Lil keke and yuk I'm in this to ball
f*ck ya'll n*gga to witness this is westside
Troops got a whole crew red and blue and I send them
Straight to you

[Hook: repeat 2]
It's war f*ck your enemies on site, we smash
Do this sh*t like Biggie and 'Pac on site, we blast
This is the west you gone die soon
It's def when you slide to 10 G'z for your head
n*gga that don't mean sh*t to a tycoon
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
You n*ggas want war get war dink chore as I c*ck the heat
And proceed to split yours n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t
But they don't really want beef
Known dam well when I slide by hit them wit heat
If it's on then it's on n*gga then let it be
I be patrolling your hood with archiball reef
Ready for war thug lord said it before when sh*t get hot we blow the spot
We see door we take action let's get it cracking
Pistol packing thought you was smacking
Shoot your muthaf*cking back when my n*ggas
When my n*ggas talking sh*t my n*ggas popping sh*t
And no time for talking b*tch is dropping clips
Ain't no love n*gga live from the west you best sleep
With a gun and a vest in your nest I ain't going
Out with a f*cking slug in my chest I bomb personal muthaf*ckas
Throw them label them a threat it's war

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Thug lord this is the high to pack a lighter tommy side of drama
f*ckig timer I eat these n*ggas alive like jeffery rama
Phantom of the opera feds be chopper copper f*ck the monster
Copper thug lord period n*ggas want war bust yours if your
Serious our n*ggas is furious I got the hard core fearing this
Rugged and raw lyricist carried this by the killing sh*t
My blast will leave n*ggas crying that how real this is
They feeling this menace the nemisis they break b*tch ass n*ggas
Vacate the premisis kill they protective witnesses
My n*ggas straight business with a hundred rounds of ak
Say say everyday raw going down like may day
Major gun play I'm a no limit solder be the roller
Heat holder talking practice on a master pee poster b*tch
[Hook]
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