What You Waitin 4

Lyrics

[Intro: Crunchy Black, DJ Paul] What's up, Paul, mane? Shit Mane, you know every time I see that nigga, mane That nigga be talkin' 'bout "Fuck Triple Six" and shit, mane You know what's wrong with that, bitch? That bitch got ana' or somethin I can tell a bitch got ana' If he did, he'd take care his business like a real nigga This for all ya'll hoes [Chorus: Homicide] And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] There's always a nigga in back of the club Actin' like lil' bitches callin' names Talkin' all of that shit all damn night in the club But them bitches did not do a thang Talk all of that yang if you want to But boy, you best back all the anna away 'Cause Triple Six ready for violence nigga Triple Six ready for bustin' shells Ain't no use in you showin' out, damn fool 'Cause you will just get your damn fuckin' head split Now sit yo' lil' monkey ass down 'Cause don't nobody want your damn bitch or your shit Now boy, your ass better think twice Before you decide to play with Mafia boys 'Cause when you wish to play with Mafia boys You best bring you some dangerous toys Don't make me pull out the sickle And fuck up the dance club with your ho-nigga blood Scarecrow will unload and go loco And smoke every joke that approach in this club Now, I came to rap and get paid I did not come to spray up somebody's damn child But it always gotta be some niggas that wanna get too wild Now niggas can't just have some fun They wanna fight, they wanna gun For some, that's the only reason that they come But niggas like that are the ones Lord Infamous ready for Just listen to the breakdown, for the ones who just ignore [Chorus: Homicide] And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I can tell that bitch want some of me The Triple Six don't ride shotgun, we ride Uzi Plastic Glock, Ruger, Nine, and the Cali With the hundred round clip in the alley Of your hood nigga, you see me every day Never make a move, or never wanna play With the gangsta ass chucky-style Devil so mean, bullshit to the side Don't come solo, bring your whole team (Whole team) To the circle, if there's any real nigga In any one of you hoes Don't try to hide, we kickin' down them doors The Black Haven zone is where you'll find me, bitch So no excuses when I wreck up your click With the click on my Triple Six weapon, ho So quit talkin' that shit to your roadies, 'fore I test ya, ho And my only side kick that was name is 54 So now, ya know, what the fuck you waitin' for? [Chorus: Homicide] And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for? And if you motherfuckers wanna go to war Punk mother-punk motherfucker, what you waitin' for?