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  • Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne You Want War текст песни

    You Want War

    [Lil' Wayne]
    Aw aw
    Aw aw!
    Aw aw!!
    Peep me out, look!
    Head bustin’, black fatigues
    So blunted, 400 degreez, it’s sweet
    Nigga, respect me
    When you see tha left hand buggin’, nigga, respect it
    But if you see tha left hand bustin’, nigga, your disrespectin’
    Took one to tha chest, I never die, I’m tha same brotha
    Jump out and shoot K’s, let ‘em fly, I’m tha same brotha
    It’s a must they recognize that I’m untamed, brotha
    Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
    Uhhh, hang up and try again
    I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
    Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
    Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
    Me, Lil’ Mario, and Toolie, that’s my man, fam
    My niggas don’t give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
    About’chu, ’cause we don’t play around
    Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
    Take tha ground that you walk on
    Tap tha phones that you talk on
    Jam ya up and take your arms off
    I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
    And your nigga just watch your head fall off… fall off
    You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
    I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
    I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
    Numb-nut
    I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
    I’m standin’ there like all mine
    Run through your click like a weak defensive line
    Doggy fresh

    [Turk]
    You want war, nigga, let’s beef… beef
    We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets… streets
    I’ll be dressed in camouflage, Ree’s on my feet
    Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin’ like heat
    What ya.. know, I’m tha one from tha T.C.
    Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I’ll bet any G (any G)
    On fire, nigga, label, that’s a HB
    And if I can’t kill you.. killin’ your family (family)
    Think it’s a game, ‘rilla, test my nuts, you’ll see
    How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
    Heads bust if ya really think it’s CMB
    And I know you all know about Slim and B
    We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
    Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
    Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
    And the Baby still servin’ niggas for ten a key… nigga

    [Lil' Wayne]
    Aw, aw, aw, look
    Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
    Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
    Call me that lil’ nigga with tha Role… fulla diamonds
    Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
    Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I’ma holler
    With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
    Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain’t my problem
    Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I’ma chop him
    Ch-uh.. chop him
    Put tha flame to him
    All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
    ‘Cause I’m tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil’ Wayne
    Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
    But since I use ta be.. doin’ tha best at thangs
    That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
    I really think them niggas jealous… of tha sparkle in my necklace
    He ain’t ready.. he ain’t ready



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