What about the war after the war? What about the war after the war? I don't wanna sing about it anymore But who cares for them all when they get home?
What about the war after the war? What about the war after the war? I don't wanna sing about it anymore But who cares for them all when they get home
of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em,
We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between
in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after
up at the station Through customs through immigration The sign reads welcome to your nation We come to bring the celibration. [Prevail] The war on paper
Ryde, nigga From here to the bank What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, nigga, LOX We are the streets when the kennels is open The dogs
mil for a bitch like you I'm a Outlaw What the fuck you thought I would do? Elaine told me Never let a fiend hold me These streets is like hockey And
Somebody tried to take my dogs life Attempted homicide they outside and ain't gon' let em ride Don't wanna talk and ain't gon' let em slide They want war
hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun On Grandma's feather bed After
that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young ones
We 'bout to sweep the whole streets, yeah the Don said that I put my life up on it, these niggaz gonna come up missing Lying, talking and snitching, in these streets
dragged it on every pier in every seaside town But there aren't any dances today, the pavilions have all been pulled down I came over straight after the war
to his head Shit that he said, shit that he spread If he relies on the streets gon? leave your ass dead You ready for war, yo, nigga, it's war, say
gotta do to feed ya seeds Maintain stayin' strong Day breaks sneaks upon my camp once more Get up, get dressed and prepare for war Yo the war's wit
this music, put all of the guns away, I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I?m trying to make a change, 'cause there?s to many of my dogs
