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Black Moon - War Zone lyrics
Featuring Rock] Buckshot: Got a call one late night from my nigga Thor Tellin me Buckshot get ready prepare for war On the streets I peep em in the swarm technique So me and my peoples swarm wit heat When this beef rule number one is dont panic In the situation where niggas got automatics And they bustin off Im about to toss a couple of shots And bust back at niggaz in parking lots Even though its dark I know they comin for me Slowly like a slow leak water dummy Is you gone bust or is you gone hesitate Gwone hesitate my niggaz bust and never wait Nigga its on the war zone set to be loose In a couple of minutes put the gun inside your goose Rock: We got adeen souljahs runnin wit us Either run wit us or run into us Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door Boy you asked for it you want beef well heres waaaar 5Ft: Take a closer look at who ya see No its not a mirage its the Five F-T Finally here to make my mark Rhymes in out of the dark in my fatigue wit the dutch Spark still not Givin a fuck pull in again and make you do a semi to a tuck What now your funeral parlor is packed Everybody vestin on back All your peoples ready to react But they not ready for war Another rest in peace sign blessin your mans name on the side wall Last man stands last mans to make the call First man plans first man stand and brawl And plus Im aiming at yall Forever bringin in the dominant at 5 foot tall Rock: We got adeen shorties runnin wit us Either run wit us or run into us Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door Boy you asked for it you want beef well heres waaaar Buckshot: Through the dusty wind I must be in At night move-a quickly on your new mission Cold-hearted motherfuckers started actin up Wanna step to Buck load up and get my face cut For what, a couple of props Niggas wanted a couple of shots And dead off the whole block And put the static up another notch But peep them fake niggaz by the flocks They never bust glocks They front first Before my niggaz ask you what you want first we bust first Too many niggaz thirst Streets aim at me Bitches throw game at me its a war inside my head but I stay nappy And my mind-set said to blow Cuz if the streets is watching, Ima let the streets know I live by the rule The rule-a regulate the street survival Live by the street bible Guerilla tactics move swiftly through the trees Fuckin up the head of my enemies Rock: We got adeen thugs runnin wit us Either run wit us or run into us Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door Boy you asked for it, you wanted beef well heres waar We got my MFC wit us Either run wit we or run into us Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door Boy you asked for it, you want beef well heres waar |
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