War (cash Money Diss) Lyrics

War (cash Money Diss) lyrics

f/ Doc Holiday (A.K.A. Krazy)







(Krazy A.K.A. Doc Holiday talking)



Mother fuckin niggas talk about motha fuckin war (Bitch ass motha fuckin
niggas)



But when they see a nigga they won't give a nigga dap (Pussy ass motha
fuckers)



Nigga we bomb you mother fuckers (You know the definition of a soulja and
stunna?)



We don't give a fuck nigga (A soulja is real)



Its military ova here nigga!







(Chorus) X 2







Niggaz its War!



Do you think you can fuck wit me?I'm a soulja, you a stunna, ya'll history



What you niggas say, talk is cheap? (Talk is cheap, huh motha fuckas?)



Til bodies start droppin all over the street



Niggaz its war!



Do you think you can fuck wit me? (You niggas ever been to funerals?)



I'm a soulja, you a stunna, ya'll history (Ya'll ever seen a nigga cry?)



What you niggas say, talk is cheap? (You ever been to a graveyard?)



Til bodies start droppin all over the street



(YOU EVER SEEN BLOOD NIGGA, YOU EVER SEEN BLOOD NIGGA!?)







You niggaz jumpin out your helicopters, my niggaz ridin round' in jets



Layin low, and plottin on you bitches death



Scheme wit me, I'll be here when you come home,



nigga dressed in all black, all you seen was the chrome



My real niggas, ridin dirty nigga, puffin weed



Play the block, late night, ask them cluckers what they need



Thats how we breed, I gun nigga feel it,



got a hundred on ya head, believe I'ma peel it



Kill it, when the scene get focused,



you niggaz can't hide for long, all ya'll jokers



Donkies on my team, niggaz totin choppers



We the ones that make you real niggas call the coppers



Fuck the talk, I won't stop until you bitches buried



And make of some of your kids reach up wit they ?



Puttin pipe bombs in yo cars, you a stunna not a soulja and nigga its war







(Chorus) X 2







Nigga claimin he a game spitter, I fucked his bitch



If he fell now, he'd probly dump that ho in a ditch (stupid bitch)



Them hoes rich off your trick ass givin em figures



I heard you treat them hoes better than you treat your niggas



What happened to that $30 mil?Ya'll lyin, ya'll know it (you know it)



If you bought a house in Eastover, why you don't show it?



You niggas hatin now, since my nigga went double



Why you hatin on the nigga in the Hummer wit bubbles?



You niggaz screamin for peace now, the peace has started (please dont kill
us!)



Yea right, we won't rest until your click is departed



My niggaz paid killas, nigga, so fuck what you got



Catch your ass at the show and make you drop it like its hot (drop, drop it
like its hot)



Did you check the Forbes?My nigga worth $400 mil



Lay low for 20 years and souljas still gonna kill



You niggaz claim that you real, you ain't nuttin but punks



I'm a soulja, you a stunna, and nigga its war







(Chorus) X 2







(Krazy A.K.A Doc Holiday talking)



Whats up with you motha fuckas, huh?



Niggas tried to motha fuckin squash the shit,



but ya'll bitch ass niggas wouldn't motha fuckin listen



Like motha fuckin hoes ya'll niggas gonna shoo shoo and shit



Now, I got a big question for you mother fuckers...



Is your mother fuckin insurance paid up? huh?



Cuz a nigga ain't gonna deal wit ya



unless somebody gonna collect, you know what I'm sayin?



Ya'll want an all-out street war?



We dont' give a motha fuck nigga, we trained mothafuckin warriors nigga



All black motha fuckin niggas was born for combat,



lil bitch ass niggas, ya'll aint ready for war



Nigga we millionaires, billionaires...



ya'll niggas beggin the mother fuckin record company for ya'll share



We dont give a motha fuck...We got Glock's, AK's, we tote automatics..



Nigga we run the block, we start static



This world is ours nigga,



we got kids with bomb's on em and shit nigga, like in Japan nigga



This world is ours nigga! Ya'll little boys better stay on the porch nigga!



(Fades Out)