, I wouldn't have it any other way After the war Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done Even though I held no gun After the war Nobody
say, I wouldn't have it any other way After the war Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done Even though I held no gun After the war Nobody
V's Couldn't trust friends much fuck dodging the D's I had a M-1 cock quick block on knees Who the youngest thug that ever lived blocks I quoting I'm
through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell
weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them niggas that wanted war before Don't want no war
Just keep walking keep observing I'll do the talking This is the hood they don't visit often This is the war after nuclear war end And this is your schools
than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice] Even after.. World War 3, the war of intelligence
and jung And of course youll become a corpse if you fucking with me The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me I been to war couple of times slept in
is out of townish, fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like
: Chorus I show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its ok To make positive music now baby, put all of the guns away I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas
leg broke, no joke And I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke [O.C.] Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprentice Young guns stand watch
? Your ghetto Prince of Egypt And if I got into a motorcycle accident and crashed And became paraplegic Yeah and if the feds rush the door And find guns
Just keep walking keep observing I'll do the talking This is the hood they don't visit often This is the war after nuclear war end And this is your
s a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice] Even after.. World War 3, the war
pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane We got to war,