Текст (слова) песни: Bleek, Memphis - War

[Intro]
Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?!
Yeah that bounce we need, ya know
Marcy where we at huh? Right here
Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz
Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy
Let me hold it down though, yo

[Verse]
Let the hood know, that Bleek aint changed
Anywhere in the world, I dont tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah I need the cane/caine
But dawg thats the shotty, trust me I aint playing
War, Im ready for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah thats wassup
Four dimes, all mine nigga thats wassup
Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out
You wont get me cause the chains like its workin out
But Es - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne
Top come off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the five I dont like the leathers niggas!
Six is better, more room and theres more wood to cover my interior

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
This is war! Enough of them words we want war!
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more!
You gettin that money, we got more!
We got more nigga, this is war!

[Verse]
I warned her, man should not fear man
If you violate man then you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you dont understand
But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?"
Its unfortunate Im in beef again huh
Niggaz is rappin and clappin Im still laughin
Sat back in my hood and tried to live average
But - you still want me to bang at em
Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em
But I see you wanna stop my chill
Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil
Or - round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood still over that stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves
It aint nothing to a boss well go in your clothes nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse]
This is - not for children, not for lames
Only for real niggaz that can feel what Im saying
If its - too blatant then its not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, its not for you
So - just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and
Ive been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women
Im right back nicca, where you at nicca?
Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill, even though
I got to spit everyday like I aint signed a deal nigga!
Mamas still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like Im still on the bench nigga
Got a delivery like Sundays paper
I lay that down and I get that paper nigga!

[Chorus]
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All About Me
Dear Summer
Hell No
Hood Muzik (feat. M.O.P.)
Hypnotic (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)
I Wanna Love U (feat. Donell Jones)
Infatuated
Interlude
Just Blaze, Bleek & Free (feat. Freeway)
Murda Murda (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)
My Life (feat. Latif)
Need Me In Your Life (feat. Nate Dogg)
R.O.C.
Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It
Round Here (feat. T.I. & Trick Daddy)
Smoke The Pain Away
The One
Understand Me Still (feat. Rell)
War