DJ Skribble - It's War lyrics

2000 Beef with us make y'all n***as wanna blast yourself Is you n***as really real you should ask yourself n***as trying to play big willy can't afford it The biggest of the biggest willies get extorted Cannons are tucked where the n***a that we planning to rush Heard up north he was soft n***as land in his bu*t Damaged him up where his crutches standing him up So what the f** no he wish he never ran into us Slam on his nuts beat him so they can't even bust Juvenate all on his face after we damage him up Heard you haters from the other side speaking my name He ain't live he just a crab n***a weak in the game Speaking in vein who got a gas beating his brain It ain't done till we left him dead three in his frame No disrespect my motherf**ing nerves is wrecked I get upset so when you f** with me your work connect Never forget I'm a vet plus a threat in this sh** Rest with the fish for faking trying to flex in the six Freedom or hell these streets here is treating me well So f** a cell write the judge don't believe in the bail You made your bed now lay in it so stay in it This game ain't made for the lames to play in it It's War motherf**ers wanna f** with me Y'all motherf**ers can't f** with me It's War mother f**ers wanna f** with me Y'all motherf**ers can't f** with me Bottles of Hen it's time these n***as die for they sins Signs of revenge if they try it once they do it again Nothing's live for the nine triple my mind's official Besides I'm a n***a that would ride or die with you Holding guns high with you load live with you Attack back to back do a drive by with you It's thug love, love for the streets love for the slugs In love with the money but I'm loving the gloves So bubble up double up you in trouble or what Your brother do what your vest better cover you up Time invested since nine five my motto's defected Trying to connect it no swine my kind won't accept it Double breast if my first breath born in deceit Corner my beef we can get it on in the streets It's War motherf**ers wanna f** with me Y'all motherf**ers can't f** with me It's War mother f**ers wanna f** with me Y'all motherf**ers can't f** with me Those hypnotic 98 clothes we throw in the garbage I'm allotted while your flow is slow and robotic Do the knowledge street scholar schooled in the projects Life is dice so don't stop and think of any side bets Surviving back in effect don't fly in Yo would die again it's all for the hood got to win So "The Streets Iz" some got game and sweet with it I'm deep with it spitting this slang put you to sleep with it A zigga for the fully to spray quicker So play n***a right where you stand is where you lay n***a