ter get ready for the war
It's self -restraint, so many hatin'
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
You get mopped and dropped
got your hope and not fail
you'll be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm cool, retail, guaranteed to sell
You think you ready for them
Sex sales, so fuck you all
We getting a bumbling ball,
enemies slayed and cut down
spitting rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime,
And the spring that's connected
That's connected to the trigger
King, California, L .A .X.
I'm the hood in the penthouse
Sing! It's something strange,
Somebody gon' make me break the norm
But I ain't waitin', it's no escape
You better get ready for the war
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', it's no escape
You better get back deep on the wall
Make the whole crowd get loud,
I ride through my city like
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X -Men don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
can't fend through the interstate
Got a sick flow, didn't know,
new nigga that you love to hate
and the right hand devastates
replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
decorate with the yellow tape
In Brazil with a half mil in a briefcase
I've been hood in a penthouse
See, it's self -restraint,
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
It's self -restraint, so many hatin'
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
You better get ready for the war
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