SOUTHSIDE PLAYAZ - War Born lyrics

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War born, stuck in the storm with no alarm

Bringing harm, witness these days of nigga'nam

Dropping bombs, you don't wanna fuck with us

See my click is too thick, we armed and dangerous

It's a brand new era, no time to slow down

Me and my niggaz, come to get you like bloodhounds

Spitting rounds from the K, on a mission to set it off

You don't want problems, with the number one mob boss

Lost in convoy, twenty vehicles deep

Looking for trouble, getting head in the backseat

These niggaz be bumping like hoes, they need to quit it

Hitting up a nigga dick, and lying just to kick it

I'm way too wicked, and focused on my paper

Spitting Gulf Coast game, I'm a big old heavyweighter

Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2

Governor of the game, us real G's pay dues

I hit with hard blows, you niggaz like free throws

I'm fucking you niggaz hoes, and spitting these raw flows

I'm down like ten toes, with work and condo

And with my snub nose, haters fall like dominos

What I say goes, my neck and wrist froze

I love to rock shows, and count up zeros

I love to write rhymes, fuck in my spare time

Meet my deadline, and commit these petty crimes

A Southern juggernaut, the chicken is in the pot

I'm giving it all I got, space age like an astronaut

My temperature boiling hot, the fire is heated

And in this day 'n' age, H.A.W.K. won't be defeated

Sworn to bring harm, like the force of a storm

Leaving my enemies torn, while they wail and scorn

You know the deal, it's kill or be killed so keep a strap

Fuck that vest on your chest, bitch I'm aiming for your back

I attack with art of war, and it's swarming on my foes

Leaving holes in they clothes, from they head to they toes

Got a close on beam, feddy in my team

Fucking with my family, that's a dangerous thing

We want war blood's on, bitch you ready to die

Bitch you ready to die, fucking with the G.I.

We mash niggaz ass nigga, nigga fuck your crew

And anybody else bumping bitch, fuck them too

I can't slack off all day, sit around and jack off

Keep my heat ready, to knock a bitch back off

Mash for mine, put up numbers like Stackhouse

My spizzot got the same scope, as the Shaq got

Hardest Pit hit, same way as a crack house

Go in snatch your c.d., come right back out

Pull this crack out, and sold it for three

Shot to the studio, ripped the track with Mike D

You know me, untamed gorilla

Hit a nigga when he sleep, put his brains in the pilla

Fo' peeler, stunting in Hummers and fo' wheelers

A thousand proofless, daddy fa sho nigga

The young and the oldies, we're chunking the cheese

Bringing worse robberies, bagging for heroin on they knees

I'm Clay-Doe, cop the peso

And I say so, you bitch it's Waco

I'm riding by drive down, report to the front line

Nigga got the torch hot, ready to do' mine

All the time, the quicker better cheddar getter

The rubber grips and extra clips, ready for whatever

Y'all say y'all thick, but shit y'all numbers the norm

When we step up in the club, that's when that bitch get warm

War born, hand over fist stuck in the storm

Ready to ride up drop down, drop a motherfucking bomb

Play it how it go, lay low stack that paper

Play it how it go, while I pull another caper

Play it how it go, no time to play games

I'm a young Jesse James, Corleon's my name

You wanna-be ballers, ain't stopping a Hogg

I'm on a million dollar mission, to get it all

Ready to buck a hoe, so lay it down on the flo'

Nigga this is my world, and I'ma play it how it go

You smidget digit midgets, out there stunting for fame

Talking down on a Hogg name, sparking up old games

Chunk me the keys to the Hummer, time to ride down your block

And it's stopping we won't stop, short stoppers get dropped