Ludacris - War With God lyrics

The time has come for bad things to end
The time has come for life to begin yes!
The time has come for the war of the gods
It's that time
I'mma take the subtle approach first
'Cause I'm just gettin started let's go!
Look:

I'm the best and there's nothing that
You can do about it (nope)
Never needed a publicity stunt
Let's tell the truth about it (yeah)
Even in the core of the streets
You can't sway the youth about it (nah)
But keep running yo mouth
And I swear I'mma knock a tooth up out it
(blaow) i never claimed to be nuthin but
Who the fuck I am
Never sold cocaine in my life
But I'm still the fuckin man (right)
Understand, nuthin you did makes
You better nigga
You claim the streets, but the
Streets respect that cheddar, nigga
Luda got twice as much yo life
You can charge it to 'em (ching)
I fit four of your houses
Inside my daughters room (woo)
And still have room for young Karma to play
Givin back to the children of tommorrow
For good karma today
So you can say whatcha wanna say
And you can talk that talk
But real niggas ain't doin no talkin
Cause we walk that walk album for album
You can see I got a multimillion plan
So call yourself whatever you want
Except The Multimillion Man nigga!

Lucifer, oh Lucifer whatever you want except
The multi-million man, nigga
God of evil, you're the god of hate
Call yourself whatever you want
Except the million man, nigga
Lucifer, oh Lucifer
Call yourself whatever you want
Except the million man, nigga
The darkness is waiting, fire and light
How many, man?

How many times is you gon
Rap about busting your gun? (huh?)
How many times is you gon
Trap without busting your gun?
(gon' bust it) only shots you ever took were
Subliminal to the general
Disrespecting those doing real time
With real criminals (woo)
And I ain't never did a day in my life
But it should be illegal to walk
A day in my life
I paid the price and the cost to be the boss
So you can rest your mouth i'm universal
Luda never limit's hisself to the south
I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin
It ain't botherin me!
I hear you talkin but you
Ain't made it to three!
You know where I live
But you ain't made it to me!
You ain't made, nigga
I'm havin a house party
Kid, come get played, nigga
You got played
My record label never jerked me
So shoot me, stab me
But words will never hurt me
I feed off your energy
(woo) , my powers with God
So it's even better if you make
Ya diss record real hard lucifer, oh Lucifer
Make the record real hard
God of evil, you're the god of hate
Make the record real hard
Lucifer, oh Lucifer ya diss record real hard
The darkness is waiting, fire and light

See, even without all that bass and treble
I'm as hot as the devil
But I work for the top floor, homie
Get on my level
I been stripped away ya powers 'cause
I gave you my blessing
So it'll take more than majority
Vote to win this election
Man, mixtapes are not my resume, it's too hot
And I warned them I was coming
I got that number one spot
So unless you using tampons
Quit acting stuck up
And do like your records say
Or shut the FUCK up

Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up
Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Ch-ch-ch-ch-shut the fuck up

Lucifer, oh Lucifer
God of evil, you're the god of hate
Lucifer, oh Lucifer
The darkness is waiting, fire and light