"War" lyrics
Drum line, we got Nick Cannon in this bitch
When it's crunch time, I made my hitters send a blitz (I made my hitters send a blitz)
When it's lunch time, I made my youngins eat your face (Eat your face)
You know I'm about mine, ain't fuckin' with any niggas fake (Ain't fuckin' with any niggas fake)
Got the heater on me, my niggas got them sticks on 'em
Forty got a dick on it (A dick on it), squeeze it and watch it spit on 'em
Ayy, fuck your big homie (Ayy, fuck that nigga), rob him and take his shit from him
See, he's scared, they know how we play but we ain't gon' speak on it
And we don't beef, homie, that shit for lames, we press delete, homie (Delete)
Better use your feet, shooters got aim, long feet on you
And they might creep on you, you never know, just don't be scared (Don't be scared)
Put a nigga ass to bed, niggas know how we play (How we play)
A pussy boy don't want war
They know that what we live for, what we gotta chill for, yeah?
A pussy boy don't want war
All my niggas shoot to kill, yeah, we really in the field
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Ain't duckin' shit but a case (A case)
He said what? Man, put that nigga in his place (Up in his place)
Up in Heavens gates, ayy, send that nigga out of space (Out of space)
Don't speak on nothin', if they come just do the race, free Tay-K (Ayy, free Tay-K)
Heard my dawg tellin', that's fucked up, who would ever thought? (Who would thought?)
Know some bitches like Queen Latifah that's down to set it off (Set it off)
Know some killers, they ain't got no feelings, yeah, they play it raw (Play it raw)
Jit was playin' ball fresh off the porch, now he don't play at all (Play at all)
If the [?], you better spray it all (Spray it all)
Top shottas are back, full effect, bitch, we layin' low (We layin' low)
If you disrespect, we at ya neck, we gotta take it off (Take it off)
If you bring that nigga chain back then I'ma break you off (I'ma break you off)
A pussy boy don't want war
They know that what we live for, what we gotta chill for, yeah?
A pussy boy don't want war
All my niggas shoot to kill, yeah, we really in the field
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
When it's crunch time, I made my hitters send a blitz (I made my hitters send a blitz)
When it's lunch time, I made my youngins eat your face (Eat your face)
You know I'm about mine, ain't fuckin' with any niggas fake (Ain't fuckin' with any niggas fake)
Got the heater on me, my niggas got them sticks on 'em
Forty got a dick on it (A dick on it), squeeze it and watch it spit on 'em
Ayy, fuck your big homie (Ayy, fuck that nigga), rob him and take his shit from him
See, he's scared, they know how we play but we ain't gon' speak on it
And we don't beef, homie, that shit for lames, we press delete, homie (Delete)
Better use your feet, shooters got aim, long feet on you
And they might creep on you, you never know, just don't be scared (Don't be scared)
Put a nigga ass to bed, niggas know how we play (How we play)
A pussy boy don't want war
They know that what we live for, what we gotta chill for, yeah?
A pussy boy don't want war
All my niggas shoot to kill, yeah, we really in the field
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Ain't duckin' shit but a case (A case)
He said what? Man, put that nigga in his place (Up in his place)
Up in Heavens gates, ayy, send that nigga out of space (Out of space)
Don't speak on nothin', if they come just do the race, free Tay-K (Ayy, free Tay-K)
Heard my dawg tellin', that's fucked up, who would ever thought? (Who would thought?)
Know some bitches like Queen Latifah that's down to set it off (Set it off)
Know some killers, they ain't got no feelings, yeah, they play it raw (Play it raw)
Jit was playin' ball fresh off the porch, now he don't play at all (Play at all)
If the [?], you better spray it all (Spray it all)
Top shottas are back, full effect, bitch, we layin' low (We layin' low)
If you disrespect, we at ya neck, we gotta take it off (Take it off)
If you bring that nigga chain back then I'ma break you off (I'ma break you off)
A pussy boy don't want war
They know that what we live for, what we gotta chill for, yeah?
A pussy boy don't want war
All my niggas shoot to kill, yeah, we really in the field
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Writer(s): Javar Rockamore, Caleb McLean, Janarious Wheeler
