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Memphis Bleek - Текст песни War
Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, 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
 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
 But dawg, that's the shorty, 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 niggaz
 Six is better, more room
 And there's more wood to cover my interior
 This is war, enough of them words, we want war
 You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
 You gettin' that money, we got more
 We got more, nigga, this is war
 This is war, enough of them words, we want war
 You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
 You gettin' that money, we got more
 We got more, nigga, this is war
 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?Memphis Bleek - War - http://ru.motolyrics.com/memphis-bleek/war-lyrics.html
 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' Mc Neil
 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
 This is war, enough of them words, we want war
 You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
 You gettin' that money, we got more
 We got more, nigga, this is war
 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, nigga, where you at, nigga?
 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
 This is war, enough of them words, we want war
 You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
 You gettin' that money, we got more
 We got more, nigga, this is war













