Da Wild Boyz - War (Cash Money Diss) lyrics

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Da Wild Boyz - War (Cash Money Diss) lyrics

(Krazy A.K.A. Doc Holiday talking) Mother f**in n***as talk about motha f**in war (b**h a** motha f**in n***as) But when they see a n***a they won't give a n***a dap (p**y a** motha f**ers) n***a we bomb you mother f**ers (You know the definition of a soulja and stunna?) We don't give a f** n***a (A soulja is real) Its military ova here n***a! (Chorus) X 2 n***as its War! Do you think you can f** wit me? I'm a soulja, you a stunna, ya'll history What you n***as say, talk is cheap? (Talk is cheap, huh motha f**as?) Til bodies start droppin all over the street n***as its war! Do you think you can f** wit me? (You n***as ever been to funerals?) I'm a soulja, you a stunna, ya'll history (Ya'll ever seen a n***a cry?) What you n***as say, talk is cheap? (You ever been to a graveyard?) Til bodies start droppin all over the street (YOU EVER SEEN BLOOD ni**a, YOU EVER SEEN BLOOD ni**a!?) You n***as jumpin out your helicopters, my n***as ridin round' in jets Layin low, and plottin on you b**hes d**h Scheme wit me, I'll be here when you come home n***a dressed in all black, all you seen was the chrome My real n***as, ridin dirty n***a, puffin weed Play the block, late night, ask them cluckers what they need Thats how we breed, I gun n***a feel it Got a hundred on ya head, believe I'ma peel it k** it, when the scene get focused You n***as can't hide for long, all ya'll jokers Donkies on my team, n***as totin choppers We the ones that make you real n***as call the coppers f** the talk, I won't stop until you b**hes buried And make of some of your kids reach up wit they ? Puttin pipe bombs in yo cars, you a stunna not a soulja and n***a its war (Chorus) X 2 n***a claimin he a game spitter, I f**ed his b**h If he fell now, he'd probly dump that ho in a ditch (stupid b**h) Them hoes rich off your trick a** givin em figures I heard you treat them hoes better than you treat your n***as What happened to that $30 mil? Ya'll lyin, ya'll know it (you know it) If you bought a house in Eastover, why you don't show it? You n***as hatin now, since my n***a went double Why you hatin on the n***a in the Hummer wit bubbles? You n***as screamin for peace now, the peace has started (please dont k** us!) Yea right, we won't rest until your click is departed My n***as paid k**as, n***a, so f** what you got Catch your a** at the show and make you drop it like its hot (drop, drop it like its hot) Did you check the Forbes? My n***a worth $400 mil Lay low for 20 years and souljas still gonna k** You n***as claim that you real, you ain't nuttin but punks I'm a soulja, you a stunna, and n***a its war (Chorus) X 2 (Krazy A.K.A Doc Holiday talking) Whats up with you motha f**as, huh? n***as tried to motha f**in squash the sh** But ya'll b**h a** n***as wouldn't motha f**in listen Like motha f**in hoes ya'll n***as gonna shoo shoo and sh** Now, I got a big question for you mother f**ers... Is your mother f**in insurance paid up? huh? Cuz a n***a ain't gonna deal wit ya Unless somebody gonna collect, you know what I'm sayin? Ya'll want an all-out street war? We dont' give a motha f** n***a, we trained mothaf**in warriors n***a All black motha f**in n***as was born for combat Lil b**h a** n***as, ya'll ain't ready for war n***a we millionaires, billionaires... Ya'll n***as beggin the mother f**in record company for ya'll share We dont give a motha f**...We got Glock's, AK's, we tote automatics.. n***a we run the block, we start static This world is ours n***a We got kids with bomb's on em and sh** n***a, like in Japan n***a This world is ours n***a! Ya'll little boys better stay on the porch n***a! (Fades Out)