Ay Yo Swizz
 What's up
 I told you baby this the one right here
 This is the one
 Sheek Louch
 Omigod
 Yo yo yo Ay yo

 CHORUS 2X:
 Ay yo y'all niggas want war?
 Bring it on c'mon
 Y'all want war with Sheek?
 Bring it on c'mon
 Y'all tryin na stop how I eat?
 Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon


 [Sheek: Verse 1]
 Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding
 Knowing the work that these real thugs put in
 We too legit
 Let me hear you rap something bout us
 I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit
 We take minks off backs
 Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk
 With them bodyguard cats
 I'm glad I'm free
 I feel like Harriet Tubman came and got me
 >From the white man property
 It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting
 You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spittin
 Double R
 That's street shit and that's the way it has to be
 Myself , Sheek Louch , and I'm still MTV
 I can talk about guns
 Go out smack some nuns
 Then flip and do a song with country music and shit
 Don't ever play LOX for no fucking retard
 Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see God
 Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god
 They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound
 They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down
 Here that's that shit right there
 I swear from Yonkers motherfucker
 We'll bust in the air
 Aint nobody killin clouds over here
 Respect us
 You bleed how we bleed
 We bust how you bust
 Yo Swizz help me out sing this chorus for us
 C'mon

 CHORUS 2X

 [Verse 2]
 Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop
 Can't dance just play the club and bop
 No respect for the law
 Fuck security son
 Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun
 It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink
 It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest
 You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess
 Or this knife
 Across your face scar you for life
 Now do you really wanna rock that ice?
 Heh heh
 Do your security really love your life?
 Or do they just want their check
 You think they gon take one in the neck
 For a nigga with no respect
 For his crew
 Man we don't wear half on Chinese food
 Slept in the same bed
 Same chick gave us head
 Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead
 Aint shit gon change
 Just the dough gon change
 Fuck a Bentley
 I'm good with a rubberband colored range
 I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange
 Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains
 But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart
 I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause
 I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war?

 CHORUS 6X