Lyrics:
(preacher man with the Com)
Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)
When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)
And your verse
too many flaws
We all ended up as soldiers
Fighting two different wars so
Take yo time to manifest
Try your best and see the world aye
Gotta move
yeah)
Noah’s Ark
I’m bringing them in by the two’s (in by the two’s yeah)
That’s two for me none for you these bitches gon choose
Sliding round town big
the piper
You gotta pounce like a tiger when the world full of vipers
We ready for war, time to step in the lime light
Get ready for war, let ‘em know what
the Range
World tour we on the way
'95 kill em' like Pac
And it's the world against me
Killuminati got em' like Gotti
Broad day they droppin' bodies
I'm with
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
the world who had
the feeling for the persecution of jews,
you see. So we share everything,
so that's not gonna happen,
if there's war suddenly, that's our
my soldiers for the battlefield?
And as the days of the two-oh approach
I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world
And decompose
world
Cause I ain't got a care in this world
I swear to God
It's finally time to kick in the door again
Like I'm grippin the 4 and I'm ready to go to war
of mind we shine and grind
Show you hospitality or put one up in your spine
[Chorus - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
Welcome to the purple world big cars, indo and cigars
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
We're looking for a better world, but what do we see?
Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery.
So much money spent on war
When three quarters
hunnids
Like it's nothing
Hot as Miami
(During World War 3
Shake that ass for me)
A pimp place is in a ho face
You understand me
Money by
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
I'm at the door bringin' war to your town
It's the Rock, now you gotta Get Away like Bobby Brown
I get down, punk gets pounded like fractions
Worlds
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
This beat is bad news bears
And I will be your correspondent
I bring wars to front doors
Like John Gotti
I swing swords that aim towards
Your upper body
War
Gats up
War
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
War
Gats up
War
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for
(Now
whiskey
And ginger beer
Two job working tougher than Ghurka
No Irv Gotti but a nigga came to Murder
No face no case like a nigga got a Burqua
Stay away
gave you two classes
Could've stopped at More Pressure
Inhale the Napalm, Never been air more fresher
Feel like I'm back in my bag, organic chemistry
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
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