GETO BOYS - Declaration Of War lyrics

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It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman

The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag

The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad

Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe

Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though

It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes

A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools

Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at

Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at

The nerve of you niggaz, believin I'ma play games

You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

{*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew

Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you

And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is

And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth's here

it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens

Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan

I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say

Fuck what video do, but this is all day

hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like

Cause you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike

I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is

I was bred born and raised in this true shit


Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour

And then they finally come to grips that this can happen

to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this

Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warning

Follow the leader but be aware your opponent

is in the window got guerillas where you rest at

And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

[Willie D]

Aight, let's get serious

Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, PERIOD

If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes

Jump bitch, I cain't wait to kill one of you hoes

It's on if you got beef

You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete

Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha

If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha

While your label only behind you greasin his dick

Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit

J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks

The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes

Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe"

I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' ass

in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

[Bushwick Bill]

Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest

in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off

Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty

and a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still

I'm Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel

A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin

Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn

Lookin to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy

Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy

Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya

Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya


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