Go to War lyrics

by

Z-Ro


(*talking*)
Yeah, y'all n*ggas don't really
Want none of this yeah, hu-hu-hu-hu
That's the sound of the battle cry

[Daz]
Motherf*cker break yourself, I come for the fame and the wealth
Beat your ass with a belt n*gga, tell me how does it felt
Bruise a whip, I kept it except
Keep it underneath the seat of my ride n*gga, you looking at death
Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog
Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner
You just a punk motherf*cker, I'm vicious with it
Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of motherf*cking prison with it
On swoll, my ambitions is different behold
My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose
I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold
Hotter than lava rocks, n*gga hotter than cold
I chew the game up, like button strings
And I'm high as a kite, n*ggas dying tonight
When my move swang change, I prepare to get bang
Cashing n*ggas like change, I steal your chain
Ha-ha ra-dadada-dane, ra-dadada-dane
Listen to my AK, n*gga go bang
Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz
For you n*ggas with a badge your sh*t it gets bad
[Hook: Papa Reu]
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all n*ggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
(3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door)
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all n*ggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat n*gga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

[Z-Ro]
Motherf*ckers don't wanna go to war
Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage
Better be careful who you beefing with if it's me, your body gon be leaking
b*tch
Call the plumber, and see if he could fix
Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4
My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low
I ain't playing no games, living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd
The reason, why my darkened pants sag
Blue and gray when I'm in your face, and everytime a n*gga pass by
Looking at my ice so hard, look like they got some glass eye
Wish a n*gga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, hop out and I'm spraying it down
I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you
Cause I done connected, with cuz from California
My n*gga Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body
Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody
And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over
I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier
Who that talking sh*t, catch your homie cause he fin to fall
He don't wanna box with bullets, bigger than some tennis balls
[Hook]
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all n*ggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
(Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for)
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all n*ggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all n*ggas, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat n*gga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

[Thug Dirt]
Y'all don't wanna go to war, I got killas that's so hard
Sick with a pistol, even better with a sawed off
Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set
I'ma chop that ass down, while I'm screaming who's next
You in the middle of a battle zone, your cover is blown
We done found out where you live, now you can't go home
Hot lead to your dome, you better run n*gga run
When I c*ck this sh*t back, automatics fin to come
I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip
Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
Two extra nines, in the back of the whip
A 25 in the glove, just in case I wanna bring my b*tch
You didn't need war but now you got it, somehow you gotta stop it
Like a 16, you b*tch n*gga I'ma drop it
I got heat like a frying pan, your eggs can't knock it
Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow
[Hook]
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