. We are conditioned into being passive observers. If the ring-master offers war, We have been conditioned to passively accept it. War can only exist
' and mobbin' Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody That nigga Daz and Young Gotti Blast em' with the shot after
mine Big fully is a bully, and he don't mind dyin' And I gotta be bright, miss sign after sign Time after time, after time after time And I don't like
bitches beggin' for more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store Metaphor like nuclear war
bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me Aiyyo, X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain't your dogs Better treat
Louch] What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, Nigga, L.O.X. We are the streets When the kennels is open the dogs is biting
Persian rugs Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it? Solve it and I?ll revolve it and hold it To the war, to the hogs, to the dogs Vagina with
Cent you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street
you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street
so thick Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit
they too good for hood Niggas Been in my zone Been in chance since Larry Holmes (?) And in a forthbuilding, been had 'em rappin' the street Caught 'em
war throw ya grenade This shit is gritty [verse 1] Yo, what's the sign's on ya crab ass Niggaz out here in this rap shit Turning this shit into some fuckin' after
a musical massacre Cut the head off the driver and the passenger Sic my dogs after you have you climbin' a tree Just another crime in the street Ain'
Thinkin' they too good for hood niggas Been in my zone Been in chance since larry holmes (? ) And in a forthbuilding, Been had 'em rappin' the street
of a border We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters We followed our fantasies, following orders It was child's play. After the war the bullets
hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real that's all I could tell 'em Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't
amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas Better beat the street light home, after dark
writin', the drugs got you lost in fear Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs Cut your life short