new immoral right they wanna cleanse the home of the brave for the master race of the usa it's so beautiful on the street you won't know them like a pack
to kill, in beirut or salvador, there will be a class war, right here in america. in a class war, class war, class war, this war, that war, class war, last war
hate -- me we hate -- each other in your car you get cut off on the bus you never talk just sit an' shut your chop fighting in a nightly brawl against
im right, you're wrong - an we both know it. i'm right, you're wrong - an it's no secret. i'm right, you're wrong - but you got the power. what do ya
backwards: jerry falwell eats shit at the foot of the devil and loves it! you just cut, cut yourself off, you don't count, count anymore. you were a friend
war in the east war in the west war rumours a fly found myself penny wise and pound foolish cause with war about my troubles seem so small (chorus) it
on our plan... (chorus) world war, lotsa fun - people in panic on the run world war, lotsa fun - white house is aimin' the gun world war, lotsa fun - people in panic on
state, the fascist rape the pigs are waiting you're not on your own, you're not alone we got the number but whatcha gonna do with your head in a noose
year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a
up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit And your whole click aint shit to me Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D Bustin caps
dangerous It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust You can call a nigga danger, keeping one in the chamber Busting at any nigga, running up I think a
on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on
player, mine not a lame or a simp The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha
a G-4 n*gga? [Juice:] Juice blowin up like C-4 N*gga [Game:] Ya want a war n*gga Its me and 4 n*gga?s Ya such a pi-po with the .44 n*gga Look out
on breezin Take the money and run like a bandit Leavin the chick I was with at the hotel stranded Off on a midnight run, fully equipped A full tank of gas, and a
the shit my body done, I shot lots of guns .22's, .45's to none, to murder a Virgo Spooky bitches try reading my chart I sleep with lights on, grown and
crater In the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich It gets a mind blowin situation
