Hook
Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You wanna get it on n***a, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2)
(JT Money)
I got a problem with f** n***as
Always talkin' sh** and try to duck n***as
s**er n***as won't finish what they started
Be coppin' dueces cause them n***as soft-hearted
They straight b**hes
Always puttin' on shows for these n***as and hoes
Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Ain't got no scrap, better k** that rap
Think life is a game, until that a** get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a b**h
Or do you straight turn state on a n***a and snitch
When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real n***as don't call police
Real n***as handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed n***as talk sh** and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it
Hook
I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, I'm a k**er straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks
Getting three Glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making s**ers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
s**ers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds
n***a know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap sh**, I only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you s**ers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you n***as sweatin' mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my n***a Shakespeare
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(Big Gipp)
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
sh** shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
It ain't sh** funny, its the money man and Gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
n***as from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping
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(JT Money)
Straight up and down, I'm a let you f** n***a know
You n***as don't want war, talking all that sh**
Cause you apted up on that motherf**ing tough guy juice
Get round' the motherf**ing boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And n***as think its a motherf**ing game
Alright, play with it
Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you n***as know
Hook