War With God Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

The time has come, for bad things to leave 

The time has come, for life to begin 

The time has come, for the war of the gods 

It's that time 

I'ma take the subtle approach first 

'Cause I'm just gettin' started 

Let's go 

Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it 

Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it 

Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it 

But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it 

I never claimed to be nuthin' but who the fuck I am 

Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man 

Understand, nuthin' you did makes you better nigga 

You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga 

Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em 

I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room 

And still have room for young Karma to play 

Givin' back to the children of tomorrow, for good karma today 

So you can say what ya wanna say, and you can talk that talk 

But real niggas ain't doing no talkin' cause we walk that walk 

Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan 

So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multimillion man 

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How many times is you goin' rap about busting your gun 

How many times is you goin' trap without busting your gun 

Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general 

Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals 

And I ain't never did a day in my life 

But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life 

I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth 

I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south 

I give a damn about ya hootin' and hollerin', and it ain't botherin' me 

I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to three 

You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me 

You ain't made nigga 

I'm havin' a house party, kid come get played nigga 

You got played, my record label never jerked me 

So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me 

I feed off your energy, my powers with God 

So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard 

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See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil 

And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level 

I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin' 

So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election 

Man, mix tapes or not my resume is too hot 

And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number one spot 

So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up 

And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up