King Los, Marsha Ambrosius - War lyrics
[King Los, Marsha Ambrosius - War lyrics]
It's a war going on it's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on
God told me this movie'll write it'self
Spread love
Be wise and let foolery fight it'self
Cause it's a war going on
Outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs
And the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul
That's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on
(I was talking to the homie
The other day man)
He said, "I'ma pump this fuckin' caine
Pump this fuckin' caine
Hug this block, tuck this fuckin' Glock
All you suckas lame
This my spot, this my fuckin' spot
You know what I rep i go Deebo
Made my way up from a kilo on that step
Thug to death, yeah I mean to death
Let that pistol talk
You say truce, me speaking no English
Bitch go get some heart
Fuck the law, nigga fuck the law
They can see me too
Fuck a school, and the teacher too
They no teach the truth
What's a pops? Never had a pop
Let that ratchet pop
I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill
For a Magnavox
Man fuck we got? Fuck we really got
But this gutter shit?
All my niggas hug the strip and
All my bitches love to strip so suck a dick
I got kids and a baby mama too
Yeah she work my fucking nerves
Like a baby mama do
I be stressed, I be hella stressed
Smoke a bunch of weed high for real
Popped a pill and dropped a Xanny in my lean
I can scream
Cause you just smile like everything is fine
Hope is fun, when I grab my gun
Come take your life or mine
Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide
Fuck your right or wrong
The shit that I been on is do or die
If I do I die, if I don't I die
That's suicide
Got the devil with a gun against
My brain like choose a side
Cause it's a war going on"
It's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs
And the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul
That's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on it's a war going on
God told me this movie'll write it'self
Spread love
Be wise and let foolery fight it'self
Cause it's a it's a it's a war going on
Look, yo, I love the hood with my whole heart
It whole heartedly been a part of
Me in my own thought
Process, so I digest through my own art
That I'm blessed though I digress
Due to slow starts
But who else could bring the hood out
And tell 'em when they let God in
It brings the good out?
Learn a lesson and listen
My current composition concerns
Your present condition
And turn direction envision of givin'
Blessings and wishin' you well
Well wishing entails fishing
Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good
Have a God-like mind as the divine should
Define good within yourself
I think the time's good
And may these lines live forever
Like a line should
It's a war going on and your soul fighting
So frightening within you
I see thunder and both lightening
Boat striking, snow, ice and hail
Your whole life unfold like
Cold nights in Hell
In a mode like, you're feeling low like
Like you don't like yourself
You got no sight, no insight no foresight
That's the shit that your foes like
Run up on a nigga get 'em froze like
Put the 4-4 to his foes like
Niggas 'bout to take a pic
Tryna get the pose right
Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like
Like, like all theses niggas
I've got to shoot one
Fuck one pistol, I'm cocking two guns
Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son
Know y'all niggas ain't 'bout to do none
Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God
You got guns, we got bigger guns
Go get one and I ride
If I die, they say I went hard
I go super hard
Bitch you with this shit's or not? We
Gon' get this loot or starve?
Fuck you doing? Writin' in a pad
Fuck you making songs?
What you rappin'? Boy you
Know what's happ'nin'
That shit take too long
Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream
Get this fucking cream
Hug this block, tote this fucking Glock
Can't let these suckers scheme
Shit too real, shit too fucking real
I'm too real to dream
Lonely days are gone all them nights to come
Waited to be yours
So let's make love, not war
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
War, war
Yeah, it's a war going on
God told me this movie'll write it'self
Spread love
Be wise and let foolery fight it'self
Cause it's a war going on
Outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs
And the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul
That's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on
(I was talking to the homie
The other day man)
He said, "I'ma pump this fuckin' caine
Pump this fuckin' caine
Hug this block, tuck this fuckin' Glock
All you suckas lame
This my spot, this my fuckin' spot
You know what I rep i go Deebo
Made my way up from a kilo on that step
Thug to death, yeah I mean to death
Let that pistol talk
You say truce, me speaking no English
Bitch go get some heart
Fuck the law, nigga fuck the law
They can see me too
Fuck a school, and the teacher too
They no teach the truth
What's a pops? Never had a pop
Let that ratchet pop
I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill
For a Magnavox
Man fuck we got? Fuck we really got
But this gutter shit?
All my niggas hug the strip and
All my bitches love to strip so suck a dick
I got kids and a baby mama too
Yeah she work my fucking nerves
Like a baby mama do
I be stressed, I be hella stressed
Smoke a bunch of weed high for real
Popped a pill and dropped a Xanny in my lean
I can scream
Cause you just smile like everything is fine
Hope is fun, when I grab my gun
Come take your life or mine
Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide
Fuck your right or wrong
The shit that I been on is do or die
If I do I die, if I don't I die
That's suicide
Got the devil with a gun against
My brain like choose a side
Cause it's a war going on"
It's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs
And the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul
That's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on it's a war going on
God told me this movie'll write it'self
Spread love
Be wise and let foolery fight it'self
Cause it's a it's a it's a war going on
Look, yo, I love the hood with my whole heart
It whole heartedly been a part of
Me in my own thought
Process, so I digest through my own art
That I'm blessed though I digress
Due to slow starts
But who else could bring the hood out
And tell 'em when they let God in
It brings the good out?
Learn a lesson and listen
My current composition concerns
Your present condition
And turn direction envision of givin'
Blessings and wishin' you well
Well wishing entails fishing
Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good
Have a God-like mind as the divine should
Define good within yourself
I think the time's good
And may these lines live forever
Like a line should
It's a war going on and your soul fighting
So frightening within you
I see thunder and both lightening
Boat striking, snow, ice and hail
Your whole life unfold like
Cold nights in Hell
In a mode like, you're feeling low like
Like you don't like yourself
You got no sight, no insight no foresight
That's the shit that your foes like
Run up on a nigga get 'em froze like
Put the 4-4 to his foes like
Niggas 'bout to take a pic
Tryna get the pose right
Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like
Like, like all theses niggas
I've got to shoot one
Fuck one pistol, I'm cocking two guns
Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son
Know y'all niggas ain't 'bout to do none
Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God
You got guns, we got bigger guns
Go get one and I ride
If I die, they say I went hard
I go super hard
Bitch you with this shit's or not? We
Gon' get this loot or starve?
Fuck you doing? Writin' in a pad
Fuck you making songs?
What you rappin'? Boy you
Know what's happ'nin'
That shit take too long
Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream
Get this fucking cream
Hug this block, tote this fucking Glock
Can't let these suckers scheme
Shit too real, shit too fucking real
I'm too real to dream
Lonely days are gone all them nights to come
Waited to be yours
So let's make love, not war
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
War, war