Trife Diesel - War lyrics

[Intro: sample] War in the east, war in the west War up north, war down south [Trife Da God] Uh, welcome to Jam-rock Where n***az get popped, buried in sandlots New York n***az, triple they money hitting the grand spot West Coast bang for they colors and they demand blocks Stuffed in n***az barbeque grillings, sizzling hamhocks Can't forget my mid west n***az out in the Chi St. Louis and Tennessee, where them k**as is sure to ride Shout out to my Ohio players, clocking that paper To all them fly pimps in Detroit, rocking them gators Riding around, with the top down, heat in the lap Stay balling, with the plush leather seats in the back Down in Houston, sidding sideways, chucking the deuce Popping them bottles, getting blasted over cups of that juice Dizzy stukes, n***az blowin' off Bobby, like Whitney Houst' Grey goose with a touch of grapefruit, indeed, it get me loose We need to call a truce, for all my fallen troops Stop the warring, let's do more recording Sit back and count this loot [Chorus: Trife Da God (sample)] (War in the east) To all them dealers in the tri-state (War in the west) For all them n***az out west, raising the crime rate (War up north) To all them k**as up north, locked in the bing (war down south) For everybody down south doing they thing, come on (War in the east) To all my greasy east n***az getting that clock right (War in the west) To all my jackets catching them fools at the stop lights (War up north) To all the heavy bidders repping in jail (War down south) To them votes, shouting the dirty south, electing that meal [Trife Da God] You can find me in the 'west', like Kanye, blowing on bombai With the k**as on Crenshaw, serving up entrees Or lounging with the homies from Northstar, popping out of sportscars n***az wilding out in the sports bar No matter where I go, I'm still repping New York, pa You know we get it cracking when we up in the courtyard Sipping on forties of Ale, pouring liquor out For all the O.G.'s and shorties in jail And when I'm out in the Carolinas, blessing that marijuana Down in New Orleans, my n***az wrestling anacondas Clapping them tools in Baton Rouge, provoking drama Getting it crunk in Atlanta, searching for baby mommas Philly and D.C., V.A. to B-More in a G4 I-95, making them detours South Beach, Memorial weekend hitting the sea shore And every other city we go, I'm promoting T-Dore [Chorus x2]