Bruce Waynne - War & Peace lyrics

The Bad Seed - “War & Peace” [Produced by Bruce Waynne (of MIDI Mafia)] [Intro: The Bad Seed] Peace. It's The Bad Seed. Uh. I'm the new man on the block, I'm the new man here in the game and sh**, you know? But I'm coming in peace. I'm coming in peace, though. But I'ma let y'all n***as know: if it's war, don't get it twisted. We could go there. That's my word. Ain't nothings sweet, boy. You heard? BK [Verse 1: The Bad Seed] Yo, we could rap, we could thump, we could both get lumps We could ball, we could smoke, we could both pull pumps It could be peace or it's war, n***a. Say no more We could struggle, we could bubble, we could pull four-fours We could go get money, we could both f** who*es We could talk about or be about it—the choice is yours You could act like a b**h, you could act like a man You could run up with your mouth or you could die where you stand Now I'm a BK n***a. And when sh** hit the fan Fifty n***as with toasters hopping out four vans What's f**ing with that? Can't do nothing with that This is dedicated to cats that be bluffing in rap Like they're tough on them tracks. Do something with that You thirsty. f** around, get hurt, B. For real Type of n***a battle y'all cats for your deal See you fronting, threw slugs that'll crack your windshield You just got sick. A n***a been healed A n***a been real. My hands could bend steel You ain't feeling Seed? Your girlfriend will Your fam stand still. Through their body, I send chills You ain't want war? Chattermouth, what that about? Hand-to-hand, fist-to-fist. Got doubt? We gat it out [Hook: The Bad Seed] Is it war? (Y'all don't want no war) Is it peace? (‘Cause y'all don't want no beef) Is it drama (Drama)? Is it love (Love)? Is you p**y (p**y) or a thug (Thug)? Is it war (War)? Is it peace (Peace)? Is it war (War)? Is it peace (Peace)? Is it war? (Y'all don't want no war) Is it peace? (‘Cause y'all don't want no beef) [Verse 2: The Bad Seed] Ayyo, n***as in the game ain't ready for Seed ‘Cause I'm sick and them b**hes want to get up at Seed Now these n***as want to try and pop lead up at Seed ‘Cause they're beneath me and still got more cheddar than Seed Cold stares like eleven degrees. Foul like a b**h Spreading disease. All that. You all wack Gangster is what you call that. You pa**, I'll slip a tape And the streets just give it all back. Smack you In front your mom, in front of the po And in front of your b**h, boy, if you think it's a joke We ain't playing ‘round here (Uh uh). You'll be laying ‘round here (Uh huh) Broke n***as with no food found around here (That's right) No justice in City Island. Boy, you wiling No three-course meals with money playing the violin Stomach mad empty. Make me get violent Wiling in beef. Never stay silent That's why, on my first LP, I ain't smiling (Uh) I'm just ice-grilling (Let's go). A n***a ain't chilling (Uh) My rent due, belly on E, bills to the ceiling But I'ma have a million in a minute, God willing I'ma buy a supermarket when I finally blow So I'ma eat every day and feed the fam, you know? And them chitlins and ribs? Ain't a fan of those But potatoes and big steaks? Got plans for those [Hook: The Bad Seed] Is it war? (‘Cause y'all don't want no war) Is it peace? (‘Cause y'all don't want no beef) Is it drama (Drama)? Is it love (Love)? Is you p**y (p**y) or a thug (Thug)? Is it war (War)? Is it peace (Peace)? Is it war (War)? Is it peace (Peace)? Is it war? (‘Cause y'all don't want no war) Is it peace? (And y'all don't want no beef) [Verse 3: The Bad Seed] Ayyo, everything I talk about I'll be about And everything I'll be about I'll bleed about By now, y'all n***as should know what Bad Seed about Get the money, get the hoes. Got beef? We'll tee it out Run up on your block, streetsweep, and clean it out It's a cold world—I'll make it hot when the heat is out Y'all n***as is p**y, y'all let the burner eat you out When I turned the streets, you out. You know I beat you out. Now Peace (Peace) is a beautiful thing. So is war Streets (Streets), we're doing our thing in the bloody raw We're kings and we juggle them kids trying to eat So we had sh** when they let out our son from the bing If I ain't chubby in the face by 2G1 (Now hear this) Drag me in the back, tie me up, and shoot me, son. For real [Outro: The Bad Seed] Uh! (Uh! Yeah). Get ready (Yeah). Get ready (Epic sh**). Start sav... (2001) start saving your water. (Stay tuned). Breathe all the air you can get (Who the f** better, n***a?). Who better? (Uh!). Who better? (Let's go). Shut it down. O.B.S., 2001