War Lyrics

War lyrics

[ verse 1: triple seis ]

Yo, i’ma lay the law with a.k.’s or
metaphors

Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off

Y’all hardcore, that’s why I batter you all

Shatter they jaw,
batter the core to make a fad ? ? ? 

Terror squad to my death, tombstone
on my chest

With the chrome in the vest, alone or with t.s.

I’ma
rep it, I’m a dominican, now you accept it

It’s like you seen death
and chose the lord as the shepherd

You sceptical, niggas on the block
ain’t respectin you

Checkin you, ain’t gonna stop when they deckin
you

Who gon’ dock you? I’m comin at you like a tackle

To leave
a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo

Seis’ll clap you, put your
dick in the dirt

Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your
shirt

I’m the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets

Do
the work with the heat, don’t make me burst through your meat



[
chorus ]

I kill alive for my twin

Bust ill and do the time for my
twin

Trust that it’s real

And he’ll be at my side at the end

I got guns that’ll silence your men

We bust off and let the
[violence] begin

Aight then



[ verse 2: triple seis ]

Yo yo, seis come off with a thunderous start

Punish niggas from the
heart, rip a niga from the sparks

Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on
_rap city_

I’m strapped with the mac milli, you wack as ? ? ? 

It
ain’t hard to scrap, my squad’s the vanguard of rap

Love to guard
your back in the biz, the triz in the back

Flamboyant, never givin a
slack

I jam joints when I live on a track

Ran point when they gave
me the mac

I’m on fat, never lack the realness

I sing that b.j. (
*sirens* ) killer ill shit

And still rock a nigga, I’m out to be real
rich

You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain

Double-deuce pain

My verse take aim, blow your fame

With a burst of flames

Ain’t
nothin changed, I die in this game

Take the stand and the blame for my
man

I carry the name revenge

Terror squad in begets carved on my
chain



Yeah

Terror squad

Triple seis, baby

Up and
comin, son

I’m comin for all that shit, son

The crown and all
that

Knawmean? 

I rep n.y. - the boogie down, baby

L.v.,
r.c.

[name] crew

Terror squad, baby

This is how we do

1-9-9-9, baby

Triple seis backwards

Feel it



We
gon’ ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga

You gon’ die nigga, die
nigga, die nigga