War

Trick Trick & Obie Trice - Rap, In English
War
2 Plays
Duration: 2:49
Lyrics
[Intro: Trick Trick, Male] OG, what up, though? What up, though? Ayy, man, I see you with ol' Boy out there doin' y'all thing You know niggas gon' be hatin' Oh, yeah Fuck 'em, we take care of these niggas, hahaha [Verse 1: Trick Trick] I ain't no teacher, I ain't got no pass I ran out, this time I'm back to whoopin' ass So please believe, I know they indirectly fuckin' with me Triple, and double, and OG's said somethin' to me They let me out, so here I go, I'm kicking down the door Loced and loaded these weapons, we finna go to war And y'all ain't ready, so whenever you come to the D Promise the man, you bitch, you got to see me Think it's a joke? I'm seein' envy up in yo' eyes You make a living off fabricatin' and spittin' lies The Godfather in hip-hop, when this drop I'm after mamas and kids, 'til this shit stop (Woah) So how you want it? You wanna run it or let it go? You ever seen what a bullet do from a Calico, nigga? My killa's up on the roof ready to snipe yo' ass I could make it where every hood won't even like yo' ass Let's go! [Chorus: Trick Trick] If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga 'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride Let's go! You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas You must wanna lose yo' life Let's go! Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga 'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes Let's go! This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die [Verse 2: Trick Trick] So many rappers got a lotta mouth (Bitch) When they can only do units around they mama's house (Ho) You oughta stop Detroit, boy, we fuckin' rich We gettin' bread while other niggas is suckin' dick (Faggot) Go get a job for low wage and bust clocks My niggas fuck with that cocaine and bust Glocks Who you fuckin' with, nigga? You washed up and it ain't all good You get yo' dick beaters put to the wood I'm all hood, so please don't be apologetic I'm bendin' corners, you bitches want it? Then come and get it Ready for war right now, I ain't gon' lie to you And when you come, then you best be bringin' that squad with you Nigga, I'm pullin' that thang that'll fuck you all up Just 'cause you cop from the man, you think you got nuts Boy, you still a bitch, you can't change in the peak of the night We go to war, nigga, fuck these mics Let's go, let's go! [Chorus: Trick Trick] If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga 'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride Let's go! You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas You must wanna lose yo' life Let's go! Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga 'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes Let's go! This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Yeah, ayo, you niggas got it fucked up (Fucked up) It's Obie Trice, Trick Trick, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Detroit up in this bitch, what you thought it was? (Thought it was?) Ain't nobody rowdy as us, we 'bout it cuz ('Bout it cuz) Sometimes I holler at Unc', he give me knowledge When these player haters doubt it (Doubt it) It take him to talk about (Bout it) Fuck these niggas man! [Spoken Words: Male] Don't worry 'bout these lame ass niggas We take care of these niggas you plugged Fo' sho' [Verse 4: Obie Trice] Fo' sho' though, it's The Mojos (The Mojos) Caddy trucks, rims spinnin' on low-pros (Low-pros) Cali [?] snug right by the nuts (Nuts) You wanna act up, sluts tearin' up their guts (Bap, bap, bap) Too many guns to mention Too many niggas fresh out detention Ready to put 'em in 'em (Uh!) We international now, niggas get it right (Get it right) Our family's happy, you can die tonight Let's go! [Chorus: Trick Trick] If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga 'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride Let's go! You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas You must wanna lose yo' life Let's go! Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga 'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes Let's go! This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die [Outro: Male] Ay boy, you go ahead get yo mother fuckin' paper back Fuck these lame ass niggas, you hear me? Shit, I understand you aggravated at shit, but man Don't get yourself a lot of backup over these bitch ass niggas You let us take care of that shit, you hear me? You knew, you knew nigga hahaha Hey call me later man
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Credits
- Writers
- Obie Trice
- Trick Trick