WAR

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck

Get a 187 on the punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin' all yo' shit just made me click you with my 38
Backin' down?
Nigga, please
Let's go make a bloodstain
I'm MC Money pistol packin'
Pullin' out them homicides
Scopin' out a busta boy
Loadin' on my milli' round
Step up to my face bitch and I'ma put you underground
A motherfuckin' AK in my hand pointed at your du
If you fuck up and you cross the ground I'ma take it fool

Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit
All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch
Nigga, I know you're scared 'cause you shakin' in your shoes
All this sweat on your head 'cause you know that you ain't runnin'
Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit
All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch
Nigga, I know you're scared 'cause you shakin' in your shoes
All this sweat on your head 'cause you know that you ain't runnin'

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck



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Writer(s): бересневич иван николаевич
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