War (Album Version|Edited) - Memphis Bleek

Composed by：Malik Cox/Justin Smith

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 s**t yeah niggaz

Just blaze you a muhf**ker wit these beats boy

Let me hold it down though yo

Let the hood know that bleek ain't changed

Anywhere in the world I don't tuck the chain

And I walk like yeah I need the 'canecaine

But dawg that's the shotty trust me I ain't playing

War I'm ready for it to go there

Anybody that know me know I love when it go there

Dawg and yeah that's wassup

Four dimes all mine n***a that's wassup

Yeah wifey want to curse me out

You won't get me 'cause the chain's like it's workin out

But e's still wit the roc a fella gang h*e

Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne

Top come off top stay on whatever

Got rid of the five I don't

Like the leathers n***as

Six is better more room and there's

More wood to cover my interior

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war

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 don't understand

But I hear the talking like bleek where you been

It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh

Niggaz is rappin and clappin I'm 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 want to 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

N***a I got soldiers in droves

It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes n***a

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war

This is not for children not for lames

Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying

If it's too blatant then it's not for you

You do a hit throw up later it's not for you

So just quit you b***h making me sick

You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and

I've been away for a minute

Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women

I'm right back nicca where you at nicca

Keep the mac n***a spit it like that n***a

And I tried to chill even though

I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal n***a

Mama's still in the hood work steel in defense

I got a flow like I'm still on the bench n***a

Got a delivery like sunday's paper

I lay that down and I get that paper n***a

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war

This is war enough of them words we wan't war

You throw a couple of shots we throw more

You gettin that money we got more

We got more n***a this is war