Go to War (Featuring Lil Scrappy & Pimp C)

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

Yeah, I was born military

Thuggin' **** every since

Mama taught a young **** to go and get dead presidents

Balling on your residence but I'm still thuggin' though

Got them crack fans standing around like a rock show

Just bought a dime

Now they screaming out fa 5-0

Dime piece collection in the Tec

I got the air hole

What you looking at me for

'Cause I'm on that drank ho?

And I'm gone off some of that Mission Impossible

I'm flexible, I still can move through traffic

If I get into it with one of you bastards

I'ma let you have it

Go reach for one of my gadgets

Take the pen outta the cannon

You'll be dead in the casket

Mama thinking was that for Scrappy

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

Look, any motherfucker step up, get wet up

Guaranteed to feel the heat

What I'm packing lotta stacking, attacking

Smacking crack in the cap in yo team

Always busting up clips, you bleed

Keep a **** down on his knees

When you mess with little Diamond

So shining and blinding, grinding, frying hos cowardly

All you bitches bow down to me

Ain't none of y'all my homie

We bringing the Tony Montana's

And hammers and banners that's hard to beat

I got that shit you need

Just like that air you breathe

My lyrical spiritual, critical miracle burn like gasoline

I'm slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie

I'm the realist appealist that's trillist

That's illest that's on the scene

Yeah ho, I'm running thangs

'Cause now I'm in the game

Ballin', hoopin', switchin', shooting like LeBron James

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

I pimp tight like MJG

'Bout it, 'bout it, like Master P

Showing out in the parking lot

BKA young Pimp C

AKA Sweet Jones

Change my name to Tony Snow, love a crow

Came up whipping snow in a Pyrex bowl

My car dangerous

Hit it with the Sprite

Hitting ten in the Benz, trunk full of work

Nothing but white

Getting high under street lights

Rolls Royce, not the motor bikes

Not a lover just a Mac

Dump the sack, I'll drip the lac' out

If you know like I know, bitch

You wouldn't be saying that

Funky talk get people killed

I spent ya Kool-aid pack

If you-if you not willing to see me

Best not say my name

We ain't got no time to be guessing

And playing no pussy games

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car

Popping pills, working wood wheel

Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel

If you wanna go to war, I'll take ya to war

I gotta AK47 and a check in the car