Ultramagnetic MC’s, Gee-Banga - War lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s, Gee-Banga - War lyrics]
Uhh, this real New York shit right here man
You already know
Kool Keith, Gee-Banga let's go
(Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh) uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I wanted keys in my collection
So I loaded bullets in my weapon
Put on my gear, gun in my hand
Prepare for this 187
See I'm a hustler, not a murderer
But, if you get on my fuckin nerves
Then I'm gon' have to murder ya
Badder than stores that's from the Saudia?
Pull out my tec
Gunnin yout neck execution style
And just slaughter ya
Cookin them cracks that you be coughin up
Really don't give a fuck about family or
Who you the son of daughter of
You gon' really make me have to torture ya
But that's my second name in the hood
You can call me the extortion
G to the Danger is the enforcer of, GKB
And gangster shit that the streets
Could ever offer ya
I always been less fortunate
So I fuck bitches
Party and drink and blow that sticky
To get up off of it
When in reality you the talk of it
So don't be surprised me cock back and
Be demandin you take off your shit
This is war
Son you know we always packin that 4
And we puttin bullets straight
Through your door
Plus we stayin on point cause
We don't wanna fall
If you get caught slippin you'll get
Killed for sure - brrrap! This is war
Son you know we always packin that 4
And we puttin bullets straight
Through your door
Plus we stayin on point cause
We don't wanna fall
If you get caught slippin you'll
Get killed for sure
I'm international
Worldwide traveller beyond that block shit
You hear about it
Y'all can't avoid it when I drop shit
It's like takin a fat-ass sumo
Wrestler out with a dropkick
You get they rap careers started
My job is stop shit
Piss on anything y'all spit
Door #1, I can play Bob, Barker
Your bitch can't bid here
Better stay with the cock she picked
With sauce on her lip boss
I fuck up your lip gloss
Get your handicap games out nigga
Cause you gonna limp across
Like a slow man in the street
Y'all niggas put up your umbrellas up
Nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat
That's on the strength'! After you leave
The car wash
I shit on top of your Cherokee Jeep
When I knock on the door
Niggas play like they not home
Cause they scared to speak!
Sleepin under beds
Wrapped up in fuckin sheets!
Sega Genesah nigga we finish a nigga
Yeah, check it dawg you cross me
You might as well take your own life
See I ain't takin no prisoners son
I'm even murderin your wife
Slaughterin all your kids, yeah
I'm that trife
Then sit down listen to your rep
And give a thorough sermon
About the wrath of Christ
Drink some hot cocoa, sleep well that night
Then wake up in the mornin
And write some Ultra elevation
Do a show in Italy dawg
Then listen to a standin ovation
Make a couple of songs in Haitian
Spanish and Japanese, bee da dong yong
I'm great son, make no mistake son
You sleep on me all you want
And I bet you they find yo' ass in a lake son
This is war this is war
This is war
You already know
Kool Keith, Gee-Banga let's go
(Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh) uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I wanted keys in my collection
So I loaded bullets in my weapon
Put on my gear, gun in my hand
Prepare for this 187
See I'm a hustler, not a murderer
But, if you get on my fuckin nerves
Then I'm gon' have to murder ya
Badder than stores that's from the Saudia?
Pull out my tec
Gunnin yout neck execution style
And just slaughter ya
Cookin them cracks that you be coughin up
Really don't give a fuck about family or
Who you the son of daughter of
You gon' really make me have to torture ya
But that's my second name in the hood
You can call me the extortion
G to the Danger is the enforcer of, GKB
And gangster shit that the streets
Could ever offer ya
I always been less fortunate
So I fuck bitches
Party and drink and blow that sticky
To get up off of it
When in reality you the talk of it
So don't be surprised me cock back and
Be demandin you take off your shit
This is war
Son you know we always packin that 4
And we puttin bullets straight
Through your door
Plus we stayin on point cause
We don't wanna fall
If you get caught slippin you'll get
Killed for sure - brrrap! This is war
Son you know we always packin that 4
And we puttin bullets straight
Through your door
Plus we stayin on point cause
We don't wanna fall
If you get caught slippin you'll
Get killed for sure
I'm international
Worldwide traveller beyond that block shit
You hear about it
Y'all can't avoid it when I drop shit
It's like takin a fat-ass sumo
Wrestler out with a dropkick
You get they rap careers started
My job is stop shit
Piss on anything y'all spit
Door #1, I can play Bob, Barker
Your bitch can't bid here
Better stay with the cock she picked
With sauce on her lip boss
I fuck up your lip gloss
Get your handicap games out nigga
Cause you gonna limp across
Like a slow man in the street
Y'all niggas put up your umbrellas up
Nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat
That's on the strength'! After you leave
The car wash
I shit on top of your Cherokee Jeep
When I knock on the door
Niggas play like they not home
Cause they scared to speak!
Sleepin under beds
Wrapped up in fuckin sheets!
Sega Genesah nigga we finish a nigga
Yeah, check it dawg you cross me
You might as well take your own life
See I ain't takin no prisoners son
I'm even murderin your wife
Slaughterin all your kids, yeah
I'm that trife
Then sit down listen to your rep
And give a thorough sermon
About the wrath of Christ
Drink some hot cocoa, sleep well that night
Then wake up in the mornin
And write some Ultra elevation
Do a show in Italy dawg
Then listen to a standin ovation
Make a couple of songs in Haitian
Spanish and Japanese, bee da dong yong
I'm great son, make no mistake son
You sleep on me all you want
And I bet you they find yo' ass in a lake son
This is war this is war
This is war