Lil Wayne - You Want War (feat. Turk) Lyrics
[Lil' Wayne]Aw awAw aw!Aw aw!!Peep me out, look!Head bustin', black fatiguesSo blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweetNigga, respect meWhen you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect itBut if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brothaJump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brothaIt's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brothaDisconnect a boy like a damn change numberUhhh, hang up and try againI kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die againSpark it up, and make a nigga block fry againGo ta jail, and do life, not five ta tenMe, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, famMy niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDammeAbout'chu, 'cause we don't play aroundBring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha groundTake tha ground that you walk onTap tha phones that you talk onJam ya up and take your arms offI hit you twice with tha sawed-offAnd your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall offYou think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)numb-nutI run up in your house with a tommy gun, whatI'm standin' there like all mineRun through your click like a weak defensive lineDoggy fresh[Turk]You want war, nigga, let's beef... beefWe can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streetsI'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feetThrough your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heatWhat ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)On fire, nigga, label, that's a HBAnd if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll seeHow fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)Heads bust if ya really think it's CMBAnd I know you all know about Slim and BWe get our ball on, nigga, drink CristyMe and Buck get head from meekos in TennesseeBetta ask somebody, nigga, I been a GAnd the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga[Lil' Wayne]Aw, aw, aw, lookCall me big baller, Big Tymer, big pocketsCall me big stunter, big stick, or big bodyCall me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamondsCall me tha number one Hot Boy on fireFire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma hollerWith a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condomLet him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problemLer him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop himCh-uh.. chop himPut tha flame to himAll of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' WayneThugged out, pants fall to my shoe stringsBut since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangsThat mean I gotta wear a vest that dayI really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklaceHe ain't ready.. he ain't ready
