Текст песни War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm
New Nas, it's called War

Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper
Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper
God pushed me out His ***
The Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts

Fell down into a Louis Vuitton truck with stash boxes
And *** in it sayin' blast Nas ***
Drove down harm's way, puffin' that bombay
QB thug tattoo on my arm say

Names of my fam, so I'ma read you a scripture
And commandments to get you richer
Bandannas, hammers, MAC's and nina's
With the mismatched Pumas like Shan in Queensbridge
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All white shell toes, that's that Queens thing
Brightland, ice wine, call that weed sling
Know where G slang
And the *** with bomb *** that slurp on me and my comrades

Got a new contract, come on, black
*** y'all just gettin' up on, I'm beyond that
No time for crumbs, I really don't see them
They just started livin', just started havin' threesomes

Just started havin' girls who like them
That's why I got married 'cause my world ain't like them
So why they keep tellin' those stories?
***, y'all square, ***, this is my year, ***

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Professional, Pt. 3, you see it
DJ Clue, Desert Storm