War Lyrics - M.a.d.e. - Memphis Bleek

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? 

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