Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz - Serious lyrics
[Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz - Serious lyrics]
You don't want war
Homeboy, you don't know how
Serious it could be man, the feeling starts
It's a million man march no games
All my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho
Man, y'all done gone and did it
Well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won't slip
I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas
I'm double-gifted double barrel shotty
You double jointed when you flippin'
Ask about your boy
They'll tell you I'm not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred
Up my mozzarella i guess it's in my genes
No prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga's reach
I'm Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out
Just to show 'em what Joe 'bout
Give 'em the green light, well fuck it
Where we even goin' now?
Got shooters on the scanner
You never know what we spoke 'bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers
Runnin' in Sos' house ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn
Break the sand
Got bad news, sit 'em down, nah
Nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you
"What you was sayin', man?"
It's lights out, won't even take a bath, ha
You niggas want war? Trust me
You don't want war
Homeboy, you don't know how
Serious it could be man, the feeling starts
It's a million man march no games
All my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho
You dick-faced ass nigga's asked for it so
Here they come
No matter where they from
I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb
But we're not dumb
I'm on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I'm on my DMC, I hear them things rev
Y'all run
Guess it's begun, get the private jet
Pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head
Make sure it's no survivors left
'Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum
Stiggity bum hey, I mean a lot of them
Shit be soundin' like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin'
'til it's a heightened threat
Never baby nigga's with envy to
Give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles
Wearin' a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you're like a Prilosec
Y'all won't even hear me comin'
Michael Myers' steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin' 'til
No tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion's breath
I love new toys, so I invest
You niggas want war? Trust me
You don't want war
Homeboy, you don't know how
Serious it could be man, the feeling starts
It's a million man march no games
All my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ho