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no questions - section60 lyrics

[intro]
if it’s war, it’s war, tell ’em eetswa eetswa
they got numbers, we got soldiers, only need four hitters in the car (skdr, bap)
run it, send it, clock it back and then press it
put this bally on got ’em guessing
i back my blood with no questions

[chorus: namz60]
if it’s war, it’s war, tell ’em eetswa eetswa (eetswa)
they got numbers, we got soldiers, only need four hitters in the car (skdr, bap)
run it, send it, clock it back and then press it
put this bally on got ’em guessing
i back my blood with no questions

[verse 1: namz60]
i got this big semi in a footy bag so tell me who wanna bang (who)
only pull up when the sun’s down ‘coz this can’t fit in my waist (nah)
all these f*ck boys ain’t worth lead, they can get hit with the blade (run it)
dip, dip, then leavе (done it)
run, run from these (gun it)
put thе bally on and get busy
ain’t no one to run, this ain’t wizzy (grrr, bow)
(bap, bap, bap, bap)
they hit legs run ricky
head back to the hood with the set
get jiggy jiggy on deck
remember when ol’ mate got slept
lucky his brother was there, ‘coz who do you think we got next?
[chorus]
if it’s war, it’s war, tell ’em eetswa eetswa (eetswa)
they got numbers, we got soldiers, only need four hitters in the car (skdr, bap)
run it, send it, clock it back and then press it
put this bally on got ’em guessing (celly14)
i back my blood with no questions

[verse 2: celly14]
put up the four, they know which men
i’m trapping it out with my hoodlum friends (onefour)
if my money is running a couple of k’s
i’m hoping that sh*t doesn’t end (trap, trap)
free the members, f*ck them blues (one hundred)
utensil we use and abuse
when it’s coming to kitchen draws
i don’t pick out the fork and spoon (ching)
dpp really took my youth
just back out my thing and dent it cuz
full force you know that i meant it (haha)
stay true to my 70 section
get ’round there, 2, 70, 60 (murder)
like if jt wasn’t there with me (lucky)
opps would’ve got hot shot like whiskey (dogs)
try f*ck with the mandem cuz
got bangers and mashers [?] (brrr, brrr)
they know who it is lad
it’s onefour, we some g styles like raw (g style)
there’s always room for additional victims
big rambo in kitchen (always)
if you step on the field for sport
forfeit ‘coz my team too twisted (coocoo)
(celly)
[chorus x2]
if it’s war, it’s war, tell ’em eetswa eetswa (eetswa)
they got numbers, we got soldiers, only need four hitters in the car (skdr, bap)
run it, send it, clock it back and then press it
put this bally on got ’em guessing
i back my blood with no questions

- section60 lyrics

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