Dukedagod
Dukedagod - War lyrics
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Hell Rell Yeah this sound like a movie right here Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack Bullets & Gunsmoke, Dipset Verse 1 Hell Rell: Now if we was playing pro ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him Pulled the cannon on him, blammed it on him, 'til I jammed it on him I got some Arabs hittin' me with coke And when we on the phone we be speakin' in some codes A camel is a ounce, a kufi is a brick Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club, that's poppin' and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me I'm presidential nigga, Bush shouldl pay homage to me I'm puttin' in a lotta work man, acknowledge a G Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams I'm poppin' off by myself, I don't need no Cam I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz What they name again What they claim again Yeah these faggots hate it, cuz I'm they rapper's favorite You procrastinated so I got you assasinated Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkeys Thought he was a gorilla, naw he a dead monkey Hook Cam'ron: We blastin' big Tecs (Tecs) Cashin' big checks (ch-ching) Niggaz talkin' right, I ain't heard shit yet (Nope) We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet) And the kids go "Look dad, Dipset" Verse 2 Cam'Ron: If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns) I don't need you Rell, nor DukeDaGod No 40. or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard) What you dealing pops How you feeling 'ock My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop Not the crib, that's the car when I wheel or not Plus a partition, bath, bar, kitchen Yeah pa shittin' (shittin') They say y'all didn't Every car I driven, yeah from hard living Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica Every tabloid asking Cam "What you did with her" Just friends dog, "Word to everything" Yes, word to everything, now focus on this heavy bling Eat at Reyo's, fettucini, spaghetti things Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king Can't be nice right, can't be arrogant I stab a bitch over ice, Nancy Kerrigan Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbin' You don't like us right, we got your momma boppin' She look like Amy Fisher, "Don't the Range be bigger" (Usually) That's a baby-momma car, you can't game me nigga My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you oughta chill Hook