You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
This boy is not a soldier
Somebody should'a told ya
I'm striking like a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to fold you
You screamin for Yejova
You wish your momma hold you
Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders
The world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shoulders
I say I'm 730 - they tell me I'm bi-polar
You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man
Shots go off in Bethleham
Even in Jerusalem
Christians k**ing Mus-a-lims
Tell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
We caught up in the struggle
Sit back watch the water bubble
Lock us up for d** you smuggle
Detroit hustlers paying double
Now the whole country's in trouble
Gas prices sky high
People scared to