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Текст песни Memphis Bleek - War

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[Intro]Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?!Yeah that bounce we need, ya knowMarcy where we at huh? Right hereLet me hear some new shit, yeah niggazJust Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boyLet me hold it down though, yo[Verse]Let the hood know, that Bleek ain`t changedAnywhere in the world, I don`t tuck the chainAnd I walk like, yeah I need the `cane/caineBut dawg that`s the shotty, trust me I ain`t playingWar, I`m ready for it to go thereAnybody that know me know I love when it go thereDawg, and yeah that`s wassupFour dimes, all mine nigga that`s wassupYeah, wifey wanna curse me outYou won`t get me cause the chain`s like it`s workin outBut E`s - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoeWhole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayneTop come off, top stay on, whateverGot rid of the five I don`t like the leathers niggas!Six is better, more room and there`s more wood to cover my interior[Chorus - repeat 2x]This is war! Enough of them words we wan`t war!You throw a couple of shots, we throw more!You gettin that money, we got more!We got more nigga, this is war![Verse]I warned her, man should not fear manIf you violate man then you die by handAnd it should be fine, behanded that manThat man I am and you don`t understandBut I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?"It`s unfortunate I`m in beef again huhNiggaz is rappin and clappin I`m still laughinSat back in my hood and tried to live averageBut - you still want me to bang at emStack lil paper, send a lil gang at emBut I see you wanna stop my chillTrips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeilOr - round table meeting wit HovYou want me in the hood still over that stoveNigga, I got soldiers in DrovesIt ain`t nothing to a boss we`ll go in your clothes nigga[Chorus][Verse]This is - not for children, not for lamesOnly for real niggaz that can feel what I`m sayingIf it`s - too blatant then it`s not for youYou do a hit, throw up later, it`s not for youSo - just quit you bitch, making me sickYou never pimped you only friendly wit chicks andI`ve been away for a minuteJay beat up the drum now they whinin like womenI`m right back nicca, where you at nicca?Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that niggaAnd I tried to chill, even thoughI got to spit everyday like I ain`t signed a deal nigga!Mama`s still in the hood, work steel in defenseI got a flow like I`m still on the bench niggaGot a delivery like Sunday`s paperI lay that down and I get that paper nigga![Chorus]

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