War chords by Ultramagnetic MC's

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Verse 1
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Uh, this real New York
shit right here, man.
You already know.
Cool Keith G. Danger, let's go.
It's that Keith, Ultra.
Uh, uh, uh, yo, yo.
I wanted Keith's and his collection,
so I loaded bullets in my weapon.
Put on my gear, gun to my hand,
prepared for this 187.
See I'm a hustler not a murderer
But if you get on my fucking nose enough
I'm gon' have to murder ya
Rather than start this form disorder ya
Pull out my tech gun in your neck
As your cousin's style will
just slaughter ya
Cookin' them cranks that
you be coughin' up
Really don't give a fuck about family
And who be the son or daughter of
You gon' really make me
have to torture ya
But that's my second name in the hood
You can call me the extortioner
G to the dangers the enforcer
of GK be the gangsta shit
that the streets could ever offer ya
I always been less fortunate
So I fuck bitches, party and drink
and blow that sticker to get up off of it
We the reality, you the talk of it
So don't be surprised
when we come back
and be demanding you take off your shit
This is war, so you know
you're always packing that form
And we putting bullets straight
through your door
Plus we staying on point,
cause we don't wanna fall
If you get caught sleeping,
you'll get killed for sure
This is war, so you know
you're always packing that form
And we putting bullets straight
through your door
Plus we staying on point,
cause we don't wanna fall
Every gig costs leppin'
on the jungle shore
I'm international, worldwide traveler
beyond that block shit
You hear about it,
y 'all can't avoid it when I drop shit
It's like takin' a fat -ass humo -wrestler
out with a dropkick
You get they rap career started,
my job is to stop shit
Piss on anything y 'all spit,
you're number one,
I can play Bob Barker,
your bitch can't bid here
Better stay with the cock she picked
with sauce on the lip, boss
I'll fuck up your lip gloss
Get your handicap games out, nigga
Cause you're gonna limp across
Like a slow man in the street
Got niggas put up your umbrellas up
Nobody wanna fuck with
my sunstroke heat
That's on the strip after you leave
Car wash, I shit on top of
your Cherokee Jeep
When I knock on the door
Niggas play like they not home
Cause they scared to speak
Sleeping under beds
Wrapped up in fucking sheets
Sega Genesis, nigga, we finish it, nigga
This is Wall,
so you know
you're always packin' that form
And we puttin' bullets straight
through your door
Plus we stayin' on point,
cause we don't wanna fall
If you get caught sleppin',
you'll get killed for sure
This is Wall, so you know
you're always packin' that form
And we puttin' bullets straight
through your door
Plus we stayin' on point,
cause we don't wanna fall
If you get caught sleppin',
you'll get killed for
Dog, you cross me,
you might as well take your own life
See, I ain't taking no prisoners, son
I'm even murdering your wife
Slaughtering all your kids
Yeah, I'm that trice
Then sit down, listen to your reverend
give a thorough sermon
About the wrath of Christ
Drink some hot cocoa
Sleep well that night
Then wake up in the morning
and write some ultra elevation
Do a show in Italy, dog
Then listen to a standing ovation
Make a couple of songs in Haitian
Spanish and Japanese, me the Don -Yo
I'm great son, make no mistakes son
You sleep on me all you want
And I bet you they find your
ass in the lake son
This is war so you know
you're always packing that four
And we putting bullets straight
through your door
Plus we staying on point
cause we don't wanna fall
If you get caught sleeping
you'll get killed for sure
This is war so you know
you're always packing that four
And we puttin' bullets straight
through your door
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Plus we stayin' on point,
cause we don't wanna fall
If you get caught slippin'
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you'll be killed for sure
This is war
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This is war
This is war