Lyrics:
Don't give up cuz we always rise
After we fall
Win the war cuz we never die
Bloody and all
Storm straight through the city and we'll take the wall
Got a call one late night from my nigga Thor
Tellin me Buckshot get ready prepare for war
On the streets I peep em in the swarm technique
So me
carnal. So when are we going to turn into spiritual steppers? We don't carry guns, but the Sword of the Spirit we keep on deck
Big Steppin for the Lord
certain
And before they close my curtain i’ma go all out
I’m bout profit and these boys all clout
Time for cancellation
I don’t subscribe to that
I don’t
John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any
the turban
Jihad all-star, nice off the bourbon
[Verse 3]
If I got to go to war, then I'm gonna for delf
Get my joint from the top of the shelf and get
Bravo Team is back for an encore
Another day, another hard-fought war
Defending the free world is a tall order
But that's the duty we've all been
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
to risk with no aces in yours sleeves
Behold the end of the age
Time slowly turns the page
Prepare for cleansing
To meet me face to face
Don't wake
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
You and I must verse to coincide our universe
Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks
No handout, I chop your fuckin hand off from the wrist
I
outlaw
For torturing and murdering MCs
Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
On stage I'm a terror, mascara don't smear-a
Stockings don't run,
you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin guns in
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
Still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
be MC's, cause they can't MC
If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war
Bdp crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
General
that ass like some pump dick
Feel respect from my balls I don't pause for shit
I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch
Drive by, four
see your killer
I’m on some crashing shit
Fucked up by the establishment but
We kept it going
Aye you still rap but don’t ask me bout it
I don’t give
heaven ain't free
But don't care
I'm back for the staggering number of lives took
Not thinking
That believing in me would do any good
But i should,
of those
Lyrics for the war yo I got 'nuff of those (yep ,yep, yep)
I'm too shabby for the road
And my postcode's got power on the road
Like you don't
were making strides until
clong came Old Jim Crow
The Reconstruction Era
Was demolished by white fear
Separate; not quite equal
For another hundred years
Lupe
That's touche, I don't care for big gums and small teeth
You know the gold all froze if I'ma purchase bling
Just so you know, not a soul walkin'
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
The enemy he used to love us he don't like us now
No greater love than for the One who lays His life on down
If God is for me why I'm worry if they like
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