Memphis Bleek - War lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?! Yeah that bounce we need, ya know Marcy where we at huh? Right here Let me hear some new sh**, yeah n***as Just Blaze you a muhf**er wit these beats boy Let me hold it down though, yo [Verse] Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain And I walk like, yeah I need the 'cane/caine But dawg that's the shotty, trust me I ain't playing War, I'm ready for it to go there Anybody that know me know I love when it go there Dawg, and yeah that's wa**up Four dimes, all mine n***a that's wa**up Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out But ease - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang ho Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne Top come off, top stay on, whatever Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers n***as! Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior [Hook - repeat 2x] This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war! You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! You gettin that money, we got more! We got more n***a, this is war! [Verse] I warned her, man should not fear man If you violate man then you die by hand And it should be fine, behanded that man That man I am and you don't understand But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?" It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh n***as is rappin and clappin I'm still laughin Sat back in my hood and tried to live average But - you still want me to bang at em Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em But I see you wanna stop my chill Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil Or - round table meeting wit Hov You want me in the hood still over that stove n***a, I got soldiers in Droves It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes n***a [Hook] [Verse] This is - not for children, not for lames Only for real n***as that can feel what I'm saying If it's - too blatant then it's not for you You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you So - just quit you b**h, making me sick You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and I've been away for a minute Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women I'm right back nicca, where you at nicca? Keep the mac n***a, spit it like that n***a And I tried to chill, even though I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal n***a! Mama's still in the hood, work still in the fence I got a flow like I'm still on the bench n***a Got a delivery like Sunday's paper I lay that down and I get that paper n***a! [Hook]