Serious Lyrics - Joe Budden

You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war 

Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be 

Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march 

No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be 

When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho 

Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho 

Man, y'all done gone and did it, well come on with it 

The fifth got a kick, but won't slip, I rubber gripped it 

Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I'm double-gifted 

Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin' 

Ask about your boy, they'll tell you I'm not the fella 

Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella 

I guess it's in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out 

Man, let these nigga's reach, I'm Iverson with the blow out 

Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show 'em what Joe 'bout 

Give 'em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin' now? 

Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke 'bout 

Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin' in Sos' house 

Ghost Town 

Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand 

Got bad news, sit 'em down, nah, nigga take a stand 

Dirty crackheads run up on you, "What you was sayin', man?" 

It's lights out, won't even take a bath, ha 

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden] 

You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war 

Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be 

Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march 

No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be 

When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho 

Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho 

You dick-faced ass nigga's asked for it so here they come 

No matter where they from I disappeared and dump 

No choice but to swear they dumb, but we're not dumb 

I'm on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun 

I'm on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y'all run 

Guess it's begun, get the private jet, pilot set 

Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it's no survivors left 

'Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum 

Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin' like Das EFX 

I pay no mind to the talkin' 'til it's a heightened threat 

Never baby nigga's with envy to give me my respect 

I eject bullets from rifles wearin' a sniper vest 

Find your body OTC, you're like a Prilosec 

Y'all won't even hear me comin', Michael Myers' steps 

Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin' 'til no tires left 

Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion's breath 

I love new toys, so I invest