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Go To War (feat. Lil' Scrappy & Pimp C) (prod. by Cyco Blac)

Crime Mob
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Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car I was born militant, thuggin', nigga, ever since Mama taught a young nigga to go and get that president Ballin' on your residence, but I'm still thuggin' though Got them crack fans standin' around like a rock show Just bought a dime, now they screamin' out for five more Dime piece collection, in the TEC I got the air hole What you lookin' at me for? 'Cause I'm on that drank, ho? And I'm gone off some of that Mission Impossible I'm flexible, I still can move through traffic If I get into it with one of you bastards, I'ma let you have it Go reach for one of my gadgets, take the pin out of the cannon You'll be dead in the casket, mama thinkin', "Was that the strappin'?" Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car Any motherfucker step up, get wet up, guaranteed to feel the heat What up, Pimpin'? I be stackin' the stack and Smackin' crack and cap in your team, indeed Always bustin' up clips you bleed, keep a nigga down on his knees When you meet the Lil' Diamond, she shinin' , Blindin', grindin', fryin' hoes cowardly All you bitches bow down to me, ain't none of y'all my homie We bringin' the Tony Montana's, the Hammers and banners that's hard to beat I got that shit you need, just like the air you breathe My lyrical spirits are critical, miracle, burn like gasoline I'm slick as Vaseline, with a look and a buck on me I'm the realest, the purest, the trillest The illest that's on the scene Yeah, ho, I'm runnin' thangs, 'cause now I'm in the game Ballin', hoopin', switchin', shootin' like LeBron James Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car I'm pimp tight like MJG, 'bout it, 'bout it like Master P Showin' out in the parkin' lot, BKA Young Pimp C AKA Sweet Jones, change my name to Tony Snow Love a pro, came up whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl My fork dangerous, hit it with the Sprite Hittin' ten in a Benz, trunk full of work, nothin' but white Gettin' high under street lights, Rolls Royce, not the motorbikes Not a lover, just a mack, dump the sack out, whip the 'Lac out If you know like I know, bitch, you wouldn't be sayin' that Funky talk get people killed, I split your Kool-Aid pack If you, if you not willin' to see me, best not say my name We ain't got no time to be guessin' and playin' no pussy games Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car Poppin' pills, workin' wood wheel Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I got a AK-47 and a TEC in the car