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Afu-ra

Genres: Hip-Hop

Warfare Lyrics - Afu-ra

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha 

Now it's about to be talked about 

 

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar 

Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama 

I'm under cover, make moves like no other 

In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly 

 

I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna Skelly 

I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy and I be 

Mashin' out crews of bad dudes for nothin' 

Or 'cause they frontin', they corny style, I show 'em somethin' 

 

A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear 

I'm scrubbin' down, this hip hop shit's infested 

Too many niggas sexin' the mic, they not protected 

Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested 

 

The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic 

'Cause M.O.P. and afu-ra, shits bionic 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on 

It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long 

Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is? 

It's that back yard bangin' shit, that I rocked for the kids 

 

Clack clack, move son I got nothin' to lose son 

There's a million and one ways to die, choose one 

Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass 

I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass 

 

Now afu-ra split 'em in half with the sword 

You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board 

Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee 

We live and direct from New York City 

 

I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon 

Stop yappin' with ya dick in your hand and start steppin' 

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare 

This is war here and we gettin' it on all year, biatch 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

Let's take a trip down burner bark lane 

Where the innocent get slain 

And what you visualize will ruin your brain 

A lot a blood sweat and tears, pain 

 

Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it's muthafuckin' thing 

Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open you 

And put two under your hat 

And as you lay flat just another nigga whacked 

 

Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back 

And your outta here, lights out, game over 

You said, you wanted to live life as a soldier 

I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs 

We on force, to run a crash course and blast off rhymes 

 

And of course we have emotions inside, yeah 

That's just some shit that we been trained to hide 

You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow 

Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin' talk show, this is 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

It's warfare, against any that come up on me 

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me 

 

Fire! 

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