Esham, Jumpsteady - No War lyrics
[Esham, Jumpsteady - No War lyrics]
You wanna party at the club?
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
This boy is not a soldier
Somebody should'a told ya
I'm striking like a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to fold you
You screamin for Jehovah
You wish your momma hold you
Just wanna be a roller
Money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola
Started off by moving boulders
The world is getting colder
Shake them haters off my shoulders
I say I'm 730, they tell me I'm bi-polar
You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man
Shots go off in Bethleham even in Jerusalem
Christians killing Mus-a-lims
Tell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club?
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
We caught up in the struggle
Sit back watch the water bubble
Lock us up for drugs you smuggle
Detroit hustlers paying double
Now the whole country's in trouble
Gas prices sky high
People scared to fly on planes
Why Aaliyah have to die?
Terrorized, civilized
People livin evil lives
You can see it in their eyes
Fire falling from the skies
Nowhere to run and hide
Everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape all your windows
But the smell is still inside
You wanna party at the club?
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
We were up there eight months
We were living in the
Desert drinking hot-ass water
One hundred and forty degree weather
Wondering whether we were going to live
Or die, day to day, man
It was real stressful over there
So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
His name was Rennisson
Basicly what happened with him is:
He got out of the army before
The Gulf War kicked off
And uhh you know everybody
Thought he was safe
But he joined the reserves
Next thing we know
We hear he's right over there with
Us but in another unit
So, you know, we're like
"Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too
Man i hope he's alright"
Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead
Man the scud missiles came and took
Him and his boys out next thing you know
We're all trippin like "Oh shit!"
That's when it struck us, man
This shit is for real
We can die at any time, man
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
This boy is not a soldier
Somebody should'a told ya
I'm striking like a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to fold you
You screamin for Jehovah
You wish your momma hold you
Just wanna be a roller
Money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola
Started off by moving boulders
The world is getting colder
Shake them haters off my shoulders
I say I'm 730, they tell me I'm bi-polar
You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man
Shots go off in Bethleham even in Jerusalem
Christians killing Mus-a-lims
Tell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club?
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
We caught up in the struggle
Sit back watch the water bubble
Lock us up for drugs you smuggle
Detroit hustlers paying double
Now the whole country's in trouble
Gas prices sky high
People scared to fly on planes
Why Aaliyah have to die?
Terrorized, civilized
People livin evil lives
You can see it in their eyes
Fire falling from the skies
Nowhere to run and hide
Everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape all your windows
But the smell is still inside
You wanna party at the club?
(It's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs?
(Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love?
(Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds
(Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
We were up there eight months
We were living in the
Desert drinking hot-ass water
One hundred and forty degree weather
Wondering whether we were going to live
Or die, day to day, man
It was real stressful over there
So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
His name was Rennisson
Basicly what happened with him is:
He got out of the army before
The Gulf War kicked off
And uhh you know everybody
Thought he was safe
But he joined the reserves
Next thing we know
We hear he's right over there with
Us but in another unit
So, you know, we're like
"Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too
Man i hope he's alright"
Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead
Man the scud missiles came and took
Him and his boys out next thing you know
We're all trippin like "Oh shit!"
That's when it struck us, man
This shit is for real
We can die at any time, man