Block Wars lyrics

[Intro]
You know what the f*ck be p*ssing me off?
The other motherf*ckers think they running my block
Jump off that f*cking stoop, hit the f*cking gate, n*gga
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the n*ggas the whole f*cking clip
Every motherf*cking round in this motherf*cker you can get
Tell 'em it's a block war
Murder murder, murder murder

(Bongo 808)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, n*ggas kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, n*ggas pack light
n*gga's mouth loose but my strap tight
n*ggas slide through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a n*gga head off
f*ck around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on them n*ggas with you
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one n*gga with the Source
Hit two n*ggas with the Vibe
b*tch I kill your vibe
It's a reason n*ggas can't f*ck with Chuck
I'm a Compton n*gga and I don't give a f*ck
n*gga walk around with that pistol tucked
I do the drive-bys out a Bentley truck
[Pre-Hook]
(Murder murder) Whoo! Yeah
Have you ever seen a murder huh?
(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look

[Hook]
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a n*gga in the trunk
c*ck your sh*t and walk around the corner
Promise n*gga this ain't what you want (block wars)
n*gga this ain't what you want (block wars)
n*gga this ain't what you want (block wars)
n*gga this ain't what you want (block wars)
No, n*gga this ain't what you want, whoo, yeah
(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom
(Murder murder) Whoo

[Verse 2]
Pull up on your block, take that sh*t over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMar DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
12 gauges on the trap sofas
Naked b*tches in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like the young Oprah
Told the n*gga he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the sh*t
His mama cryin' but his son a b*tch
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
n*gga run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a noodle pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Blue Dot
n*ggas talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your ass with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown
I can't stop with the murder sh*t
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of n*ggas died on how they wear the sh*t
[Pre-Hook]
Shut the f*ck up
Or get murdered murdered murdered
Have you ever seen a dead
Murder murder murder murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo)
Have you ever seen a
(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)
Murder murder murder murder
(Boom boom boom boom, look)

[Hook]
Have you ever seen a murder? (block wars)
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it (block wars)
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n*gga in the trunk
c*ck your sh*t and walk around the corner
Promise n*gga this ain't what you want

[Outro]
Everybody lay the f*ck down, you know who it is n*gga
Ay, what the f*ck you doing? n*gga come here n*gga
Gun in your motherf*cking mouth
n*gga put that motherf*cking gun down
Before I smoke your motherf*cking homie
Ayo and get all this sh*t n*gga
I'm about to kill this n*gga, f*ck you n*gga
You dying too b*tch ass n*gga, blam n*gga
Let's get the f*ck out of here