Joey Trap - WORLD WAR 3 lyrics

[Intro] (Akachi in this motherfu*ker) [Verse 1] Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say She call my phone every night, every day Bro don't want smoke, she tell me where you stay She like to wear baguetties in her face I like to fu*k her, wear Saint Laurent She like to fu*kin' put my music on I'm out in public smokin' on the strong She out in Publix sniffin' on the dope Most of the choppas come in with a scope I'm out in traffic, gotta keep a rope These ni**as trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy [Chorus] World War 3, my ni**as got snipers Choppin' up ni**as like Tyson Most of these rappers ain't writin' Most of these rapper be bitin' [Verse 2] I sound like your favorite rapper Or does he sound like me? Glock kill ni**as for free Young ni**a been too street Like Florida, play with the heat We in Miami ten deep We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh Big Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah ni**a's don't want that, uh You need to get more money [Chorus] World War 3, my ni**as got snipers Choppin' up ni**as like Tyson Most of these rappers ain't writin' Most of these rappers be bitin' [Verse 3] I come through like I am a general Think I'm the greatest in general Don't wanna be famous in general But I'll take some milly in serveral I think I made it in general They want a case going federal, eee I where my heart on my sleeve Big perky get geeked Cops came through, won't speak Chop's like World War 3, uh Got a Glock like World War 3, uh Big AK on me, uh So many holes on sleeve, uh Like five on top to ride Not, cop, rhyme, fly