Z-Ro, Papa Reu, Thug Dirt, Daz Dillinger - Go to War lyrics

Yeah, y'all niggas don't really
Want none of this yeah, hu hu hu hu
That's the sound of the battle cry

Motherfucker break yourself
I come for the fame and the wealth
Beat your ass with a belt nigga
Tell me how does it felt
Bruise a whip, I kept it except
Keep it underneath the seat of my ride nigga
You looking at death
Notice the sign on the gate
Don't beware of the dog
Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner
You just a punk motherfucker
I'm vicious with it delicious with it
I'm fresh out of motherfucking prison with it
On swoll, my ambitions is different behold
My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose
I steal your soul
With what the reaper done sold
Hotter than lava rocks
Nigga hotter than cold
I chew the game up, like button strings
And I'm high as a kite, niggas dying tonight
When my move swang change
I prepare to get bang
Cashing niggas like change
I steal your chain
Ha ha ra dadada dane, ra dadada dane
Listen to my AK, nigga go bang
Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz
For you niggas with a badge
Your shit it gets bad

Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
(3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door)
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro
Knocking down your door)

Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war
Somebody might follow you home
And kill you in your garage
Better be careful who you beefing
With if it's me, your body gon be leaking
Bitch
Call the plumber, and see if he could fix
Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4
My advice to the Z-Ro haters
Keep it on the low i ain't playing no games
Living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd
The reason, why my darkened pants sag
Blue and gray when I'm in your face
And everytime a nigga pass by
Looking at my ice so hard
Look like they got some glass eye
Wish a nigga would
Run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood
Hop out and I'm spraying it down
I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you
Cause, I done connected
With cuz from California
My nigga Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast
At your body before it get bloody
Give up the cash everybody
And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge
So game over
I'm sick with it and relentless
You know my name soldier
Who that talking shit
Catch your homie cause he fin to fall
He don't wanna box with bullets
Bigger than some tennis balls

Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
(Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for)
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggas, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggas, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro
Knocking down your door)

Y'all don't wanna go to war
I got killas that's so hard
Sick with a pistol
Even better with a sawed off
Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set
I'ma chop that ass down
While I'm screaming who's next
You in the middle of a battle zone
Your cover is blown
We done found out where you live
Now you can't go home hot lead to your dome
You better run nigga run
When I cock this shit back
Automatics fin to come
I'm sitting lovely with a full clip
About to let em rip
Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
Two extra nines, in the back of the whip
A 25 in the glove
Just in case I wanna bring my bitch
You didn't need war but now you got it
Somehow you gotta stop it
Like a 16, you bitch nigga I'ma drop it
I got heat like a frying pan
Your eggs can't knock it
Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow