D.I.G. - War Party lyrics

[Chorus: Mac] It's World War Can't nobody run and hide It's World War Cuz everybody's gonna die It's World War n***a Can't no n***a run from me they gun for me and come for me Feel the Rath of a n***a who bust It's World War Can't nobody run and hide It's World War Cuz everybody's gonna die It's World War n***a Can't no n***a run from me they gun for me and come for me Feel the Rath of a n***a who bust It's World War If you want it let's go get it get it If it's what you need n***a we committed If it's standing in your way n***a split it split it And if it's real take it down with ya [Mac] I'm Mac the motherf**ing camoflauge hitman And murda murda is what they get when them unpure They sick of your sh** and your funural is my cure It be a betta world without cha I'll be so sure Come one come all watcha em all fall f** aorund with tha block-a block-a, I kicks it off like soccer Would you like to go to war with me? I'll make you sorry that you ever played a card with me Ya b**h you n***a I'm soldier, got that eyes of a tiger If you's a biter me and my n***as don't like ya We don't feel ya, if it sound to familar We might steal ya, in other words we gonna k** ya Mac-a-don, and represent to the fullest Put my name on a record I'll put your name on a bullet I never liked ya anyway ya b**h you Say my name so we can make it official And get ya issue my n***a [Chorus] [Magic] I hear em scream bloody murder, hoping that they didn't see my face Didn't want to k** em, but they had to be erased With all that bullsh** that they be speaking Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep Thats how it is, I was raised by the thugs They all had potential but they told me to sell d** It's World War 3 motherf**er, you f**ing with Mac you f**ing with me His enemy's my enemy, you wouldn't wanna go against this squad You betta run and hide cause somebody bout to die If Mac say it's on then it's on, f** sleep We ride till the early f**ing morning, looking for you b**h n***as Yall started we gonna finish this sh** Take my picture and put it on a t-shirt b**h I know you motherf**ers heard about me The ones thats deceased are the ones that doupt me You can call me Mr. 9th Ward [Chorus] [D.I.G.] Money and guns is what I'm known for keeping in my presence These n***as better feel, what the f** I'm tellin them I'm a young ghetto n***a rebellion And I pull this from my weapon eat a n***a flesh every second I'm on that Murda Murda k** sh** and trill sh** So feel that when I spit it's gonna be real sh** I got my guns up ready to hit Run your mouth like a p**y I'ma fill it with dick n***a I'm a soldier, camaflouge n***a from the 'Nolia f** around with this war sh** n***a your world is over If it's what you need n***a come and get it get it If you want beef n***a I'm commited and wit it What