Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [DJ Flash cuts and scratches] [Chuck D.:] "WAR! " (Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [
I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted
tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for
you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview
gone a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother
than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running Yeah! Akon! Weezy! Block oil holdin down Jersey Devine making sure we gettin it up front My little brother
Bolt the fastest thing running Yeah! Akon! Weezy! Jeezy! Block oil holdin down Jersey Devine making sure we gettin it up front My little brother Boo got
babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother
this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers
whole M.O. and away you go and I got (...?...) mo, little bit you know so, hit it, me stumble (...?...) and even scuffle I heard my little brother smacked
your mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners
Thought] and yes y'all youre all rocking with the best Black Thought from the ledgendary Roots crew in the flesh i slid up in here with the brothers
All the world is crying aloud Our brothers are dying day by day All around In everywhere the cities burn in flames The war doesn't give any rest The
will sell my soul, I'm telling you you all brother testefa, Watch your back or you're the next to die, This motherfucker's think i am crazy, All brother
