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