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 ain't changed
 Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain
 And I walk like, yeah I need the 'cane/caine
 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 nigga that's wassup
 Yeah, wifey wanna 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 hoe
 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 niggas!
 Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior
 [Chorus - repeat 2x]
 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 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 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 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 ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes nigga
 [Chorus]
 [Verse]
 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 bitch, 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 nigga, spit it like that nigga
 And I tried to chill, even though
 I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal nigga!
 Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense
 I got a flow like I'm still on the bench nigga
 Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
 I lay that down and I get that paper nigga!
 [Chorus]