You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there) 

You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air) 

You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air) 

Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there) 



Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 



This boy is not a soldier 

Somebody should'a told ya 

I'm striking like a cobra 

The rap game now is over 

I shot up homeboy's Rover 

With fifty shots to fold you 

You screamin for Yejova 

You wish your momma hold you 

Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola 

From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders 

The world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shoulders 

I say I'm 730 - they tell me I'm bi-polar 

You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan" 

Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man 

Shots go off in Bethleham 

Even in Jerusalem 

Christians killing Mus-a-lims 

Tell me what you doing man? 



You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there) 

You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air) 

You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air) 

Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there) 



Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 

Hut, two, three, four - No War! 



We caught up in the struggle 

Sit back watch the water bubble 

Lock us up for drugs you smuggle 

Detroit hustlers paying double 

Now the whole country's in trouble 

Gas prices sky high 

People scared to fly on planes 

Why Aaliyah have to die? 

Terrorized, civilized 

People livin evil lives 

You can see it in their eyes 

Fire falling from the skys 

Nowhere to run and hide 

Everybody's gonna die 

You can duct tape all your windows 

But the smell is still inside 





"We were up there eight months.

We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather.

Wondering whether we were going to live or die, day to day, man.

It was real stressful over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right?

His name was Rennisson.

Basicly what happened with him is: He got out of the army before the Gulf War kicked off,

and uhh.. you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves.

Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit.

So, you know, we're like "Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's alright."

Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missiles came and took him and his boys out.

Next thing you know, we're all trippin like "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man.

This shit is for real. We can die at any time, man."