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War Zone
3,837
Hip-Hop/Rap
War Zone was released on February 23, 1999 by Duck Down Records as a part of the album War Zone Revisited
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Release DateFebruary 23, 1999
LabelDuck Down Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

Lyrics

TNT motherfucker, booyah!
What, yeah
This is what you get when you get this shit
This is what you get
This is what you get in the war zone
Motherfucker load your arms up
The war is on, in the war zone
The war is on, load your arms up
Fire one ****, booyah!
Got a call one late night from my **** Thor
Telling me Buckshot get ready prepare for war
On the streets, I peep 'em in the swarm technique
So, me and my people swarm with heat
When it's beef rule number one is don't panic
In a situation where **** got automatics
And they busting off, I'm about to toss a couple of shots
And bust back at **** in parking lots
Even though it's dark, I know they coming for me
Slowly like a slow leak, what a dummy
Is you gon' bust, or is you gon' hesitate
Go on hesitate, my **** bust and never wait
**** it's on, the war zone set to be loose
In a couple of minutes put the gun inside your goose
Jersey, warning
Poisonous black smoke pouring in from Jersey marshes
Reaches South Street
Take a closer look at who you see
No it's not a mirage it's the 5FT
Finally, here to make my mark
Rising out of the dark in my fatigue
With the Dutch, sparked, still not giving a fuck
Pulling the can to make you do a sommy to a tuck
What now? Your funeral parlor is packed
Everybody dressed in all black
All your peoples ready to react
But they not ready for war
Another rest in peace I bless you
Your man's name on the sidewalk
Last man stands, last man to make the calls
First man plans, first man to stand and brawl
And plus I'm aiming at y'all
Forever bringing in the dominance at five foot tall, the law
At least forty people including six state troopers lie dead
Through the dusty wind, I must be in
At night moving quickly on a new mission
Cold-hearted motherfuckers started acting up
Wanna step the buck, don't duck and get my face cut
For what? A couple of props
**** wanted a couple of shots
Now dead off the whole block
And put the static up another notch
And peep them fake **** by the flocks
They never bust Glocks, they front first
Before my **** ask you what you want first we bust first
Too many **** thirst
Streets aim at me, bitches throw game at me
It's a war inside my head but I stay nappy
In my mindset, set to blow
'Cause if the streets is watching, I'ma let the streets know
I live by the rule, the rule that regulate the street survival
Live by the street bible
Guerrilla tactics, move strictly through the trees
Fucking up the head of my enemies
Hey, call off of P-Block
And I wanna give a shout out to my man, uh, Sham Sham
He's up north, he holding it down representing know what I'm saying
And all my peoples out here street hustling
Yo shut up ****, yo **** chill man
Yo shut up ****, yo ayo
Um I wanna give a shout out to my baby moms
Yo my baby moms, yo stop hassling me man
I know the check is late but you know what I'm saying
But **** got, **** gotta do what he gotta do know what I'm saying
Ayo, yo shout out **** watching Smacks
Written by: Jamaal Bush, K Reid, Kenyatta S. Blake, Walt Jr Dewgarde
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