Текст песни Lil Wayne feat. Turk - You Want War
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[Lil' Wayne] Peep me out, look! Head bustin', black fatigues So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet Nigga, respect me When you see the left hand buggin', nigga, respect it But if you see the left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin' Took one to the chest, I never die, I'm the same brother Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm the same brother It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brother Disconnect a boy like a damn change number Hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme About'chu, 'cause we don't play around Bring the K around, spray tha town, take the ground Take the ground that you walk on Tap the phones that you talk on Jam ya up and take your arms off I hit you twice with tha sawed-off And your nigga just watch your head fall off, fall off You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) I bust the three-six until the damn drum bust (what) I hit the hood, (I hit the hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) Numb-nut I run up in your house with a Tommy gun, what I'm standin' there like all mine Run through your click like a weak defensive line Doggy fresh [Turk] You want war, nigga, let's beef, beef We can do it how ya want, or take it to the streets, streets I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat What ya.. know, I'm the one from the T.C. Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G) On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB And if I can't kill you, killin' your family (family) Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V) Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB And I know you all know about Slim and be We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key, nigga [Lil' Wayne] Aw, aw, aw, look Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body Call me that lil' nigga with the Role, fulla diamonds Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him Chop him Put the flame to him All of a sudden the thing hits straight through him Cause I'm the same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings But since I use ta be, doin' the best at things That mean I gotta wear a vest that day I really think them niggas jealous, of the sparkle in my necklace He ain't ready, he ain't ready |
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