War Time

First grade I told myself I never liked to play

Woke up grabbed the stick like who gon' die today

When it come to murder, I don’t hesitate

I was in that bottom just the other day

**** rap about kills, I know real deal bring out that yellow tape

Put his feet up in the air that’s what Osama say

Dissin’ on the net, I’m trying to see how many your rental take

Everytime they come around, we treat it like a holiday

Aiming for his head, took off his ear, he ain’t listen anyway

I might pop out in your section with my weapon ain't no checkin’ in

All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in

Ain't lovin' on his bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her get it right

Clutchin’ on my stick all up in class you can ask funny Mike

Ain't gotta rap on bodies, bitch I got 'em if you know, you know

Pull up serving **** door to door, we just like Dominos

And I know what to do when pussy **** want to do the most

Treat them just like strippers, drop a bag they shaking by they toes

Might spend a 10, if I want 'em bad, I probably spend a dub

Trollin' on the gram to get some fame, that **** died for a buzz

Last time we heard him speak, he said he come and wipe her nose

They ain't even cry about that **** since his funeral

What that switch do? Pick yo brotha up, he a tissue

What that switch do? Pick yo dawg up, he a tissue

What that switch do? Pick yo dad up, he a tissue

What that switch do? Pick yo cousin up, he a tissue

What that switch do? Pick yo partner up, he a tissue

What that switch do? Pick yo gang up, he a tissue