War

I'm the last cat that you wanna f*** wit
Ralley round yo ass crab in a bucket
Nothing less than a champion
You'll get wet up from the heat turn the a.c. on

Everybody wanna know where Nex at
Just to let you know I'm packin a backpack
Two straps and runnin yo ass with that
Mothaf**** you better give it up
Cuz I'll talk trash all I want
Mothaf****** won't do shit see me up front
In the concert I'll rush the f***** stage
Y'all know me man I'm holdin the blade
And I don't give a fuck what people say
He in the game he not in the game
The whole shit is the same
As long as I'm whippin right
And then at the end of the night
It's as long as I'm gettin tight
Pussy bitch

I'm the last cat that you wanna f*** wit
Ralley round yo ass crab in a bucket
Nothing less than a champion
You'll get wet up from the heat turn the a.c. on

Riding round packen hammas
Moving quick like Barry Sanders
All Weed Entertainment is my family
I even got my own military
Smokin weed like Method Man
Shit I'll pack my own grams
R.I.P. to my Grams
Evelyn Lambert got extra bills
Evelyn St. bout them Bills

I'm the last cat that you wanna f*** wit
Ralley round yo ass crab in a bucket
Nothing less than a champion
You'll get wet up from the heat turn the a.c. on

Everybody from Boston acting like they can't work hard
At this hip hop thing
Well me personally
Imma take it from here
Everybody lined up with 9's and glocks
Boston streets come out when I say to
Something like the king of the Bean
Everybody who say they in the streets not as large as it seems
I remember taking of fourty-four
I remember taking the thirty-two
And now I'm
I'm in love with miss thirty-two
So f*** that city
Y'all said f*** me f*** the white boy
F*** this and that
So f*** y'all
You know what I mean Imma do it myself
Take myself down to the A-T-L
So from Atlanta to Boston
From Boston to Atlanta
From Boston to Atlanta