Letra de You Want War - Lil Wayne
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[Lil� Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin�, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it�s sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin�, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin�, nigga, your disrespectin�
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I�m tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K�s, let �em fly, I�m tha same brotha
It�s a must they recognize that I�m untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil� Mario, and Toolie, that�s my man, fam
My niggas don�t give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About�chu, �cause we don�t play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I�m standin� there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
[Turk]
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/you-want-war-lil-wayne.php
You want war, nigga, let�s beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I�ll be dressed in camouflage, Ree�s on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin� like heat
What ya.. know, I�m tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I�ll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that�s a HB
And if I can�t kill you.. killin� your family (family)
Think it�s a game, �rilla, test my nuts, you�ll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it�s CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin� niggas for ten a key... nigga
[Lil� Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil� nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I�ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain�t my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I�ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
�Cause I�m tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil� Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin� tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain�t ready.. he ain�t ready
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin�, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it�s sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin�, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin�, nigga, your disrespectin�
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I�m tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K�s, let �em fly, I�m tha same brotha
It�s a must they recognize that I�m untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil� Mario, and Toolie, that�s my man, fam
My niggas don�t give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About�chu, �cause we don�t play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I�m standin� there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
[Turk]
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/you-want-war-lil-wayne.php
You want war, nigga, let�s beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I�ll be dressed in camouflage, Ree�s on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin� like heat
What ya.. know, I�m tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I�ll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that�s a HB
And if I can�t kill you.. killin� your family (family)
Think it�s a game, �rilla, test my nuts, you�ll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it�s CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin� niggas for ten a key... nigga
[Lil� Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil� nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I�ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain�t my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I�ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
�Cause I�m tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil� Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin� tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain�t ready.. he ain�t ready
