FES TAYLOR - War Musik lyrics

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[Intro: Fes Taylor]Sound like some Two 4 shit right nowWe need some War Musik and shitMe, I'm just speaking for my hood and shitYeah, Two 4...[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]My chains, my things, no we not the sameMy Wolf Pack Gang, on top of the gameIn the hood I'm a King, y'all box in my ringOn blocks hustling rocks plus, blocks of the bing[Fes Taylor]Only nigga ever slapped me was the doctor when I was bornYea, my Pops gave me vodka when I was bornMy Uncle Walt, he's been locked up since I was bornIn and out of jail, like lockers in the dormMy moms got through him and worked, bopped for VouttonTaylor watch for the goons lurk, octopus armsI dare a nigga touch mines, I played the front linesWhere fiends crush dimes, turn 'em into white linesLike the middle of the street, I play the middle of the beatWhen don't understand you, you riddle when you speakIt's brittle as teeth, if it's beef then kill him where he sleepKnow niggaz that'll grill him for a GI was with him for a week till a nigga turned cheekKnow a nigga burn leafs, swear the nigga earn cheapEvery time a nigga speak, try to hate on my teamSend him 56 plus 58 banks on my team58s in my sleeves, I'm just chasing my dreamMy life crazy, I wish I could erase what I seenNiggaz shook when they facing the beamRaps fiends, my lines dope so you could go and lace it in between[Chorus 2X][Fes Taylor]The only nigga ever took a bitch from meCuz I took her to church, she went and turned Christian on meSo I respect that, I took a step backNow I'm bout to shit on the world like ExlaxBlue and orange Mets hat, out of East OrangeProbably invest in that, I'm in a vest strapped, kinda like Fredro StarrGil took me to the lot, looking like a got a jet for a carUh-huh...