[Verse 1: C-Bo]
What? yeah it's war now this is what we call
war
You either respect us ride wit us slide with
us
Nigga anything else is obsolete regime life
bitch
No love for them bitch niggas that wanna see me
under
That's why I step in the car with my forty
four
Revolver thunderrrrrrrr I bang them like war
missles
Leaving nothing but brain thizzles close
range
But slug no pistol got off like king kong
Pushing more cream than ding dongs got the whole
city lock
And I'm dropping more kicks than wing chong
If it's a muder yea I knew it if it's personal I
do it
You can't fuck with me loc I even had red rags to
it
You get choke innocent by standards get
smoked
Why you think I stay in a vest nigga this is west
coast
The best coast with that sunshine and that ass
tagging
top down in a 64 with the ass dragging
I'm a menace and I'm in it for it all like I
told
Lil keke and yuk I'm in this to ball
Fuck ya'll nigga to witness this is westside
Troops got a whole crew red and blue and I send
them
Straight to you
[Chorus: repeat 2]
It's war fuck your enemies on site, we smash
Do this shit like Biggie and 'Pac on site, we
blast
This is the west you gone die soon
It's def when you slide to 10 G'z for your
head
Nigga that don't mean shit to a tycoon
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
You niggas want war get war dink chore as I cock
the heat
And proceed to split yours niggas talk a lot of
shit
But they don't really want beef
Known dam well when I slide by hit them wit
heat
If it's on then it's on nigga then let it be
I be patrolling your hood with archiball reef
Ready for war thug lord said it before when shit
get hot we blow the spot
We see door we take action let's get it
cracking
Pistol packing thought you was smacking
Shoot your muthafucking back when my niggas
When my niggas talking shit my niggas popping
shit
And no time for talking bitch is dropping
clips
Ain't no love nigga live from the west you best
sleep
With a gun and a vest in your nest I ain't
going
Out with a fucking slug in my chest I bomb
personal muthafuckas
Throw them label them a threat it's war
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Thug lord this is the high to pack a lighter
tommy side of drama
Fuckig timer I eat these niggas alive like
jeffery rama
Phantom of the opera feds be chopper copper fuck
the monster
Copper thug lord period niggas want war bust
yours if your
Serious our niggas is furious I got the hard core
fearing this
Rugged and raw lyricist carried this by the
killing shit
My blast will leave niggas crying that how real
this is
They feeling this menace the nemisis they break
bitch ass niggas
Vacate the premisis kill they protective
witnesses
My niggas straight business with a hundred rounds
of ak
Say say everyday raw going down like may day
Major gun play I'm a no limit solder be the
roller
Heat holder talking practice on a master pee
poster bitch
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