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504 Boyz - War lyrics
(feat. Afficial, Curren$y) [Chorus: repeat 2X] Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here [Yukon] Yo you see the game getting better this year They done put P with Afficial something better in here I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend Where we at, in a league of our own And I know this chick now I'm tryin to meet at my home So they can see the goods I got About how there's one in every neighborhood Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks You know it ain't too hard to tell That every member of my street team ain't too far from jail And if he down then his book's healthy You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy Beef ain't a problem with us now And nigga you can get as loud as you want, we hollow in the pound And let em think they playin with that And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back [Chorus] [Desperado] I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin Used to fuck average bitches now the stars is looking Niggas scared and they shook, I can tell by their face Cuz we hard to figure out, like the lock to a safe I go to court the judge dropping the case No blood as soon as I kill a nigga then I'm moppin the place And I'm quick to pop the 8, that's just how I was raised Desperado, name spread like the shells in the gauge And age the major reason why they can't believe it But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield Plus we got the skill for this, any proven time But this burner to your head, make you lose your mind nigga [Chorus] [S-Flames] I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters Nowadays I'm washin my car with spring water Why you just try to send your man to merc me You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one See me face to face chump, watch me beat you like my son You fucked up comin strong with the GOAT Getting killed with no money now you dead broke If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn't stop this fight Get buck like Bugsy and his men go hard all night Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house Game over, Afficial in here I live inside of a shape, my house the Hollywood Square nigga [Chorus] [Curren$y] Come thru in a white Viper with the rally stripes A trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right Same hits over the celly, sit back and write They only found half of ya so your casket lite Now your body real easy to carry These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married 2 shots to the grill, put a hole in ya smile With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail A million dollars in cash let me outta this cell Man y'all niggas just beginners I got enough bricks to rebuild the whole World Trade Center Old school Regals, D's, and gold spinners Everyday I got a different mink for the whole winter [Chorus] |
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