Songtext:
Ohh Leuchtfolie Leichlingen Ay yo swizz What's up I told you baby this the one right here This is the one Sheek louch Omigod Yo yo yo ay yo
Chorus 2x: Ay yo y'all niggas want war? Bring it on c'mon Y'all want war with sheek? Bring it on c'mon Y'all tryin na stop how i eat? Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon
[sheek: verse 1] Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding Knowing the work that these real thugs put in We too legit Let me hear you rap something bout us I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit We take minks off backs Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk With them bodyguard cats I'm glad i'm free I feel like harriet tubman came and got me >from the white man property It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting You hear the difference in that shit that i'm spittin Double r That's street shit and that's the way it has to be Myself , sheek louch , and i'm still mtv I can talk about guns Go out smack some nuns Then flip and do a song with country music and shit Don't ever play lox for no fucking retard Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see god Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down Here that's that shit right there I swear from yonkers motherfucker We'll bust in the air Aint nobody killin clouds over here Respect us You bleed how we bleed We bust how you bust Yo swizz help me out sing this chorus for us C'mon
Chorus 2x
[verse 2] Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop Can't dance just play the club and bop No respect for the law Fuck security son Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess Or this knife Across your face scar you for life Now do you really wanna rock that ice? Heh heh Do your security really love your life? Or do they just want their check You think they gon take one in the neck For a nigga with no respect For his crew Man we don't wear half on chinese food Slept in the same bed Same chick gave us head Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead Aint shit gon change Just the dough gon change Fuck a bentley I'm good with a rubberband colored range I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war?
