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Copy to Clipboard: V1 I know im not what your used to Too real for all that fruit stuff Revealin purpatrators though they hide Just throw your truce up
No time for all that new stuff Frontin on that who what I could give a fuck about you niggaz Pick your tools up
Its war, lace your boots up Its real, fuck the rules bro Close contact one hand combat Or long distance fuck you fools up
Back in the saddle now back up in the battleground if its in your heart when it sparks act according now
the object man slaughter now the order shut these fools down the target, anything movin women and children catchin slugs now
no love so don't come around run for the border now headshots are the standard got no time for no second rounds
down from the start to finish niggaz talk it but I live it true to the heart though its hard im still up in it
business is my personal pain if I touch a few fuck your life my nig and look here, take it personal.
V2 I keep my boots laced tight as fuck In god I trust These mofuckers cant be stupid enough Not to throw they truce up
But fuckem, No this is not love This is death bout to touchem This is anything movin Becoming the new focus of my weapon
This is with each breath I take in Bein the last one they takin This is me askin gods forgiveness For all the souls at his gate waitin
All the clothes we left on lifeless bodies White flags could a saved em But they refuse to chose to waivem So I refuse not to sprayem, fuckem
That's why they stay With they face to the pavement prayin To god they don't get weighed in Cause we are not playin
We are on top of this foodchain And they could never evolve past us And though we'd see this solved peacefully They mistakenly come after us
But they never seem to be able to handle The repercussions afterwards When the dust settles and they finally realize They should have been pacifists
But its too late to switch After this full metal jacket grabs em Look we toldem this was war And we toldem we get at em This is war...
V3 I don been to war in all seasons Gave a whole new meanin to block bleedin I done seen some of the hardest cats shot On the ground screamin
Exercising these demons From the souls of my enemies My mouth never moves But my finger moves repeatedly
Casket closed friend or foe When its my time I'll never know Don't catch bullets always let my bullets go
squeeze till its nothing left protect my buddy protect my self gotta make it home so i fight till my last breathe
never mind these fucked up rules if he can breakem so can you if he talk shit best believe that im gone killem fool
a dead man cant talk fuckem is what im talking about only story getting told is the story comin out my mouth
its war, aint no rules here my enemies made that real clear explosives under the street the only thing that I'm fearin here
no time to make my first mistake be on point wit each chance I take gotta stay focused just to make it to the next day
my eyes are open never shut holdin a weapon blowem up when my boots are laced up best believe im not given a fuck
I'm givin all my rounds away Hell naw I aint stingy bro He can takem all or he better Throw his truce up, its war
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