Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah



[Verse 1]

For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin

To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was them

Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees

Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw

Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that

Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black

I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote

It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package

And they was into dope back then

Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin

But it's small change compared to hip hoppin

And did I mention millions because of lip poppin

Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin

Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one

It's shockin - you thinkin "naw it's just rhymin"

But all this time it's like organized crimin

For instance, there was a time when there was a line

Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in

The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper

Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya

The government watchin all of those who thuggin it

They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it

Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass

And shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars



[Chorus]

We call it Star Wars

What happens when the shots ring out? It's called Star Wars

We call it Star Wars



[Verse 2]

Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken

Catfish no snails simple nigga to please

Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks

She remembers Busy B battles when it was peace

Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought

Niggaz was raised off the shit I record

Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock

Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams

Why would they fuck with a don? Jehovah witness

Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms

With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built

It's nothin mother had him motherfuck him

I don't think about it niggaz talkin there's a lot of gossip

That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects

Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? yes

Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris

Y'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crew

Doin whatever's trendy, even envy me too

Ain't enough room in this town

What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars



[Chorus]

Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars

Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out



[Verse 3]

This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police

Not what you read in tabloid sheets

These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it

Because the game was supposed to be sold we live it

Came from the streets we the voice of the youth

America's nightmare was given a the mic booth

Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars

Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs

Entertainment, this is our world this is our language

Different regions speakin east and west gang shit

You got your positive shit like, Common Sense

But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube

Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules

What you think is different from the block whenever we feud

Fuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs

Don't trust bitches and niggaz who tell you you're all of that

Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe

To run in your release party sprayin the place

Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door

Behind you with your seeds in Kay Bee Toys store

Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggaz check you

"You 'gon let that nigga play you? you know we 'gon rep you"

Next mornin every news channel and front page

Headlines: another rapper was slayed. this is Star Wars