War Songtext / Lyric

Uhh, this real New York shit right here man

You already know

Kool Keith, Gee-Banga let's go

(Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh)

Uhh, uhh, yo, yo






I wanted keys in my collection, so I loaded bullets in my weapon

Put on my gear, gun in my hand, prepare for this 187

See I'm a hustler, not a murderer

But if you get on my fuckin nerves then I'm gon' have to murder ya

Badder than stores that's from the Saudia{?}

Pull out my tec, gunnin yout neck execution style and just slaughter ya

Cookin them cracks that you be coughin up

Really don't give a fuck about family or who you the son of daughter of

You gon' really make me have to torture ya

But that's my second name in the hood, you can call me the extortion

G to the Danger is the enforcer of, G.K.B.

and gangster shit that the streets could ever offer ya

I always been less fortunate; so I fuck bitches

Party and drink and blow that sticky to get up off of it

When in reality you the talk of it

So don't be surprised me cock back and be demandin you take off your shit



This is war, son you know we always packin that 4

And we puttin bullets straight through your door

Plus we stayin on point cause we don't wanna fall

If you get caught slippin you'll get killed for sure - brrrap!

This is war, son you know we always packin that 4

And we puttin bullets straight through your door

Plus we stayin on point cause we don't wanna fall

If you get caught slippin you'll get killed for sure



I'm international, worldwide traveller beyond that block shit

You hear about it, y'all can't avoid it when I drop shit

It's like takin a fat-ass sumo wrestler out with a dropkick

You get they rap careers started, my job is stop shit

Piss on anything y'all spit

Door #1, I can play Bob, Barker

Your bitch can't bid here

Better stay with the cock she picked, with sauce on her lip boss

I fuck up your lip gloss

Get your handicap games out nigga, cause you gonna limp across

Like a slow man in the street

Y'all niggaz put up your umbrellas up

Nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat

That's on the strength ! After you leave, the car wash

I shit on top of your Cherokee Jeep

When I knock on the door

Niggaz play like they not home, cause they scared to speak!

Sleepin under beds, wrapped up in fuckin sheets!

Sega Genesah nigga we finish a nigga



Yeah, check it

Dawg you cross me, you might as well take your own life

See I ain't takin no prisoners son, I'm even murderin your wife

Slaughterin all your kids, yeah, I'm that trife

Then sit down listen to your rep and give a thorough sermon

about the wrath of Christ

Drink some hot cocoa, sleep well that night

Then wake up in the mornin, and write some Ultra elevation

Do a show in Italy dawg, then listen to a standin ovation

Make a couple of songs in Haitian

Spanish and Japanese, bee-da-dong-yong

I'm great son, make no mistake son

You sleep on me all you want, and I bet you they find yo' ass in a lake son



This is war...

This is war...

This is war...