Lyrics to Warzone
The game won't wait, but you a nigga with yo hand out
Lookin' like it ain't gon' be easy, cause you don't know what these streets bout
Yo position, the politics, or the products of
Figured out cool is I done been down this road(?)
Ignorance is bliss, I told her do her thang
But neva let me see that shit, disobedient bitch
I'm disrespecting niggas, lid up 20 swishas
20 bad rubber band, wouldn't spend a fuckin' dollar with ya
You follow niggas but I'll leave
32 bullets under my right sleeve, just squeeze
To ease off, now that easy it wadn't thought
Money gon' resurface, but don't respect luck
So where we staying now?
Childless urkin' nigga who stayin' and knock you down
Wish I could do it now
(Hook)
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
(Verse 2)
Can't hold it in when it's on, so I'm ridin' alone
Airplane move when I'm rollin', can't talk on the phone
Lookin' for a nigga to clap man, slap money and rap checks
I done state I ain't back yet, still got a pack left
I done thought I act up, real nigga done mine
From the bay to Chicago, the bay to Torronto
Places where I be, killas will be whereva I go
You call, but you nothin' like the hair busses I know
Each time we pullin' up, bunch a shootas comin' out
The game don't waste arms trappin' at a bitch house
Name in a head of mouse living in a play mouse
So don't grow up like me, I didn's take the same route
Pullin' up a 8 ounce, fuckin' with my nigga boss tone
Cousins I neva met, where the fuck is the hater, come on!
Bitches chosin' up cause these big rims are rollin' on
Just a whole lot of grind, bunch o' clappin' goin' on
(Hook)
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
Warzone Video:
Lookin' like it ain't gon' be easy, cause you don't know what these streets bout
Yo position, the politics, or the products of
Figured out cool is I done been down this road(?)
Ignorance is bliss, I told her do her thang
But neva let me see that shit, disobedient bitch
I'm disrespecting niggas, lid up 20 swishas
20 bad rubber band, wouldn't spend a fuckin' dollar with ya
You follow niggas but I'll leave
32 bullets under my right sleeve, just squeeze
To ease off, now that easy it wadn't thought
Money gon' resurface, but don't respect luck
So where we staying now?
Childless urkin' nigga who stayin' and knock you down
Wish I could do it now
(Hook)
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
(Verse 2)
Can't hold it in when it's on, so I'm ridin' alone
Airplane move when I'm rollin', can't talk on the phone
Lookin' for a nigga to clap man, slap money and rap checks
I done state I ain't back yet, still got a pack left
I done thought I act up, real nigga done mine
From the bay to Chicago, the bay to Torronto
Places where I be, killas will be whereva I go
You call, but you nothin' like the hair busses I know
Each time we pullin' up, bunch a shootas comin' out
The game don't waste arms trappin' at a bitch house
Name in a head of mouse living in a play mouse
So don't grow up like me, I didn's take the same route
Pullin' up a 8 ounce, fuckin' with my nigga boss tone
Cousins I neva met, where the fuck is the hater, come on!
Bitches chosin' up cause these big rims are rollin' on
Just a whole lot of grind, bunch o' clappin' goin' on
(Hook)
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top
Came up and we straight from the block
We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in
When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone
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