Lil' Wayne — You Want War (Текст песни)

[Lil’ Wayne] 

Aw aw 

Aw aw! 

Aw aw!! 

Peep me out, look! 

Head bustin’, black fatigues 

So blunted, 400 degreez, it’s sweet 

Nigga, respect me 

When you see tha left hand buggin’, nigga, respect it 

But if you see tha left hand bustin’, nigga, your disrespectin’ 

Took one to tha chest, I never die, I’m tha same brotha 

Jump out and shoot K’s, let ’em fly, I’m tha same brotha 

It’s a must they recognize that I’m untamed, brotha 

Disconnect a boy like a damn change number 

Uhhh, hang up and try again 

I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again 

Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again 

Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten 

Me, Lil’ Mario, and Toolie, that’s my man, fam 

My niggas don’t give a Jean-Claude VanDamme 

About’chu, ’cause we don’t play around 

Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground 

Take tha ground that you walk on 

Tap tha phones that you talk on 

Jam ya up and take your arms off 

I hit you twice with tha sawed-off 

And your nigga just watch your head fall off… fall off 

You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) 

I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what) 

I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) 


I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what 

I’m standin’ there like all mine 

Run through your click like a weak defensive line 

Doggy fresh 


You want war, nigga, let’s beef… beef 

We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets… streets 

I’ll be dressed in camouflage, Ree’s on my feet 

Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin’ like heat 

What ya.. know, I’m tha one from tha T.C. 

Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I’ll bet any G (any G) 

On fire, nigga, label, that’s a HB 

And if I can’t kill you.. killin’ your family (family) 

Think it’s a game, ‘rilla, test my nuts, you’ll see 

How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V) 

Heads bust if ya really think it’s CMB 

And I know you all know about Slim and B 

We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy 

Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee 

Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G 

And the Baby still servin’ niggas for ten a key… nigga

[Lil’ Wayne] 

Aw, aw, aw, look 

Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets 

Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body 

Call me that lil’ nigga with tha Role… fulla diamonds 

Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire 

Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I’ma holler 

With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom 

Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain’t my problem 

Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I’ma chop him 

Ch-uh.. chop him 

Put tha flame to him 

All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him 

‘Cause I’m tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil’ Wayne 

Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings 

But since I use ta be.. doin’ tha best at thangs 

That mean I gotta wear a vest that day 

I really think them niggas jealous… of tha sparkle in my necklace 

He ain’t ready.. he ain’t ready

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