[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]

You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war

Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be

Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march

No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be

When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho



[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]

Man, y'all done gone and did it, well come on with it

The fifth got a kick, but won't slip, I rubber gripped it

Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I'm double-gifted

Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin'

Ask about your boy, they'll tell you I'm not the fella

Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella

I guess it's in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out

Man, let these nigga's reach, I'm Iverson with the blow out

Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show 'em what Joe 'bout

Give 'em the green light, well f**k it, where we even goin' now?

Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke 'bout

Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin' in Sos' house

Ghost Town

Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand

Got bad news, sit 'em down, nah, nigga take a stand

Dirty crackheads run up on you, "What you was sayin', man?"

It's lights out, won't even take a bath, ha

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]

You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war

Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be

Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march

No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be

When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho



[Interlude]

You dick-faced ass nigga's asked for it so... here they come



[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]

No matter where they from I disappeared and dump

No choice but to swear they dumb, but we're not dumb

I'm on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun

I'm on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y'all run

Guess it's begun, get the private jet, pilot set

Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it's no survivors left

'Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum

Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin' like Das EFX

I pay no mind to the talkin' 'til it's a heightened threat

Never baby nigga's with envy to give me my respect

I eject bullets from rifles wearin' a sniper vest

Find your body OTC, you're like a Prilosec

Y'all won't even hear me comin', Michael Myers' steps

Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin' 'til no tires left

Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion's breath

I love new toys, so I invest



[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]

You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war

Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be

Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march

No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be

When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho