RZA, Kool G Rap, Tash Mahogany, Ghostface Killah - Whar lyrics

You ain't sayin' nothing slick to
A can of oil tell your man to tell his man
That his man's a girl i holds weight
Ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
We throws atleast half a ki'
In the pot to boil
Royal niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses
Dishes burn money like I put it in
Some grass and spliffed it
If I don't get my man that's passed
It's not misses
Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless
Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
Never had a wife
You better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone
Dying for the syphlis
Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
Ya'll niggas buck
Won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift


That ain't the hard pose, nigga
You just scared stiff i'm on my grizzly
You might walk right into bear shit
You rock your pants too tight
Get off that queer shit
No turning back when it's on
I ain't trynna hear shit
Like the coast guard
I got them choppers than can airlift

Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - all the blood
That you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give -
We just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men

War - is comin' home - takes families
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandalous
Oh, no - oh no
War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
War - is man's insanity this world for sure
Must stop - this world of war

Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved
My back is chunky
Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
Stand next to you and my jewels
Look like ya cage is shrinking
Love sweets like a dope fiend
Nodder wit fat hands keep birds around me
They be calling me Batman
Precisely I pop like cheap luggage
Prefusely bleeding
Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying
I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
Lighting candles on the street like
'why you trying?'
Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
When he do shows
He pop a wheelie off his murst
Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
While ya'll faggots be sleep
He be putting in work

That's his absorbance stance
I got it down to a glance
It's war, I got the biggest
Gun down my pants, pants
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
For to knock ya head right out the socket
Turn teardrops to smile
Been glanced this spare child
Spra ya gallon of mace in your face
Burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbling
We stone ya sibling
Get my bloods from Tilden
To burn your building
Poison tip dagger sword
Chop through your collar bone
No, you don't got a fucking
Chance to holler home
Nice dream, your sliced spleen
Cut through your ice bling
G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
My cousin's an orangutan
My brother's a gorilla
The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
Get you trapped in the jungle
Now you can't escape
War it is, that's the biz, Glock pop
Plops the feds split your wig, crack your
Whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns
Swords and flintstones
And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks
You know it's

Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - all the blood
That you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give -
We just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men

War - is comin' home - takes families
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandalous
Oh, no - oh no
War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
War - is man's insanity this world for sure
Must stop - this world of war