Andre Harris - War with God lyrics

[Intro] The time has come...for bad things to end The time has come...for life to begin The time has come...for the war of the gods Yes, it's that time I'mma take the subtle approach first Cause I'm just gettin started Let's go [Verse 1] Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it But keep runnin yo mouth, and I swear I'mma knock a tooth up out it I never claimed to be nuthin but who the f** I am Never sold c**aine in my life, but I'm still the f**in man Understand, nuthin you did makes you better n***a You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda n***a Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room And still have room for young Karma to play Givin back to the children of tommorrow, for good karma today So you can say whatcha wanna say, and you can talk that talk But real n***as ain't doin no talkin cause we walk that walk Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan So call yourself whatever you want cept the multimillion man [Hook: Ludacris over woman singing] Whatever you want except the multi-million man, n***a Call yourself whatever you want except the million man, n***a (2X) (How many, man) [Verse 2] How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general Disrespectin those doin real time with real criminals And I ain't never did a day in my life But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, and it ain't botherin ME I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to THREE You know where I live, but you ain't made it to ME You ain't made n***a I'm havin a house party, kid come get played n***a You got played, my record label never jerked me So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me I feed off your energy, my powers with God So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard... [Hook: Ludacris over woman singing] Make the record real hard (2X) Ya diss record real hard [Verse 3] See even without all that ba** and treble, I'm as hot as the devil But I work for the top floor, homie get on my level I'm being stripped away of powers because I gave you my blessing So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election Man, mixtapes are not my resume, it's too hot And I warned them I was coming, I got that number 1 spot So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up And do like your records say, or shut the fu*k up [Hook: Ludacris] Do like your records say, or shut the f** up (2X) Shut the f** up