Turk – You Want War lyrics

[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see the left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to the chest, I never die, I'm the same brother
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm the same brother
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brother
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring the K around, spray tha town, take the ground
Take the ground that you walk on
Tap the phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust the three-six until the damn drum bust (what)
I hit the hood, (I hit the hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
Numb-nut
I run up in your house with a Tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh

[Turk]
You want war, nigga, let's beef, beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to the streets, streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm the one from the T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you, killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and be
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key, nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with the Role, fulla diamonds
Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Chop him
Put the flame to him
All of a sudden the thing hits straight through him
Cause I'm the same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be, doin' the best at things
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous, of the sparkle in my necklace
He ain't ready, he ain't ready