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War (feat. Hell Rell)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «War (feat. Hell Rell)» вышел в 16 мая 2006 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Killa Entertainment»)Killa Season
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АльбомKilla Season
Дата релиза16 мая 2006 г.
ЛейблKilla Entertainment
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM75

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Cam’ron
Cam’ron
Вокал
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
David Kutch
David Kutch
Мастеринг-инженер
Erick Butler
Erick Butler
Миксинг-инженер, Инженер звукозаписи
Mike DeSalvo
Mike DeSalvo
Ассистент инженера
Nova
Nova
Продюсер
Serge Tsai
Serge Tsai
Миксинг-инженер, Инженер звукозаписи
Tony Dawson
Tony Dawson
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Yeah, this sound like a movie right here
Well, fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! Dipset!
Now, if we was playing pro-ball, every game, I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah, Duke, I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, till I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone, we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Told him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah, I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be, faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential, ****, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work, man, acknowledge a G
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm popping off by myself, I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz, I got these ****
I don't care if they small or some stocky ****
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these ****
What's they name again? What they claim again?
Yeah, these faggots hated 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated, so I got you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
We blastin' big Tecs
Cashin' big checks (Ch-ching)
**** talkin' right? I ain't heard shit yet (Nope)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (Wet)
And the kids go, "Look Dad, Dipset"
We blastin' big Tecs
Cashin' big checks (Ch-ching)
**** talkin' right? I ain't heard shit yet (Nope)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (Wet)
And the kids go, "Look Dad, Dipset"
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns
It's the circus, though, I see some tough clowns
I don't need you Rell, nor Duke Da God (Nope, no Duke)
No 40 or J.R., I go stupid hard
What you dealing, pops? How you feeling 'ock?
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop
Not the crib, that's the car when I wheel or not (Not a house)
Plus a partition, bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin', they say y'all didn't (Yes, we did)
Every car driven, yeah, from hard livin'
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid askin' Cam, "What you did with her?"
Just friends, dog, "Word to everything"?
Yes, word to everything, now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Rao's, fettucini, spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy, fuck being some petty king (Fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, Nancy Kerrigan
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (True)
Shoot 'em like Amy Fisher, "Don't the Range be bigger"? (Usually)
That's a baby mama car, you can't game me, ****
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another three-quarter mill, you ought to chill
We blastin' big Tecs
Cashin' big checks (Ch-ching)
**** talkin' right? I ain't heard shit yet (Nope)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (Wet)
And the kids go, "Look Dad, Dipset"
We blastin' big Tecs
Cashin' big checks (Ch-ching)
**** talkin' right? I ain't heard shit yet (Nope)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (Wet)
And the kids go, "Look Dad, Dipset"
Written by: C. Giles, D. Muhammed, G.Moore, S. Novelli, Stephen Hacker
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