C-Bo

C-Bo - It's War lyrics

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(feat. Lil' Keke, Yukmouth)



[Verse 1: C-Bo]

What? yeah it's war now this is what we call war

You either respect us ride wit us slide with us

Nigga anything else is obsolete regime life bitch

No love for them bitch niggas that wanna see me under

That's why I step in the car with my forty four

Revolver thunderrrrrrrr I bang them like war missles

Leaving nothing but brain thizzles close range

But slug no pistol got off like king kong

Pushing more cream than ding dongs got the whole city lock

And I'm dropping more kicks than wing chong

If it's a muder yea I knew it if it's personal I do it

You can't fuck with me loc I even had red rags to it

You get choke innocent by standards get smoked

Why you think I stay in a vest nigga this is west coast

The best coast with that sunshine and that ass tagging

top down in a 64 with the ass dragging

I'm a menace and I'm in it for it all like I told

Lil keke and yuk I'm in this to ball

Fuck ya'll nigga to witness this is westside

Troops got a whole crew red and blue and I send them

Straight to you



[Chorus: x2]

It's war fuck your enemies on site, we smash

Do this shit like Biggie and 'Pac on site, we blast

This is the west you gone die soon

It's def when you slide to 10 G'z for your head

Nigga that don't mean shit to a tycoon



[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]

You niggas want war get war dink chore as I cock the heat

And proceed to split yours niggas talk a lot of shit

But they don't really want beef

Known dam well when I slide by hit them wit heat

If it's on then it's on nigga then let it be

I be patrolling your hood with archiball reef

Ready for war thug lord said it before when shit get hot we blow the spot

We see door we take action let's get it cracking

Pistol packing thought you was smacking

Shoot your muthafucking back when my niggas

When my niggas talking shit my niggas popping shit

And no time for talking bitch is dropping clips

Ain't no love nigga live from the west you best sleep

With a gun and a vest in your nest I ain't going

Out with a fucking slug in my chest I bomb personal muthafuckas

Throw them label them a threat it's war



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Yukmouth]

Thug lord this is the high to pack a lighter tommy side of drama

Fuckig timer I eat these niggas alive like jeffery rama

Phantom of the opera feds be chopper copper fuck the monster

Copper thug lord period niggas want war bust yours if your

Serious our niggas is furious I got the hard core fearing this

Rugged and raw lyricist carried this by the killing shit

My blast will leave niggas crying that how real this is

They feeling this menace the nemisis they break bitch ass niggas

Vacate the premisis kill they protective witnesses

My niggas straight business with a hundred rounds of ak

Say say everyday raw going down like may day

Major gun play I'm a no limit solder be the roller

Heat holder talking practice on a master pee poster bitch



[Chorus]
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