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war born - southside playaz lyrics

[hook:]
war born, stuck in the storm with no alarm
bringing harm, witness these days of n-gg-‘nam
dropping bombs, you don’t wanna f-ck with us
see my click is too thick, we armed and dangerous

[mr. 3-2:]
it’s a brand new era, no time to slow down
me and my n-gg-z, come to get you like bloodhounds
spitting rounds from the k, on a mission to set it off
you don’t want problems, with the number one mob boss
lost in convoy, twenty vehicles deep
looking for trouble, getting head in the backseat
these n-gg-z be b-mping like hoes, they need to quit it
hitting up a n-gg- d-ck, and lying just to kick it
i’m way too wicked, and focused on my paper
spitting gulf coast game, i’m a big old heavyweighter
southside playa, mr. 3-2
governor of the game, us real g’s pay dues

[h.a.w.k.:]
i hit with hard blows, you n-gg-z like free throws
i’m f-cking you n-gg-z hoes, and spitting these raw flows
i’m down like ten toes, with work and condo
and with my snub nose, haters fall like dominos
what i say goes, my neck and wrist froze
i love to rock shows, and count up zeros
i love to write rhymes, f-ck in my spare time
meet my deadline, and commit these petty crimes
a southern juggernaut, the chicken is in a pot
i’m giving it all i got, sp-ce age like an astronaut
my temperature boiling hot, the fire is heated
and in this day in age, h.a.w.k. won’t be defeated

[al-d:]
sworn to bring harm, like the force of a storm
leaving my enemies torn, while they whale and scorn
you know the deal, it’s kill or be killed so keep a strap
f-ck that vest on your chest, b-tch i’m aiming for your back
i attack with art of war, and it’s swarming on my foes
leaving holes in they clothes, from they head to they toes
got a close on beam, feddy in my team
f-cking with my family, that’s a dangerous thing
we want war blood’s on, b-tch you ready to die
b-tch you ready to die, f-cking with the g.i.
we mash n-gg-z -ss n-gg-, n-gg- f-ck your crew
and anybody else b-mping b-tch, f-ck them too

[big pokey:]
i can’t slack off all day, sit around and jack off
keep my heat ready, to knock a b-tch back off
mash for mine, put up numbers like stackhouse
my spizzot got the same scope, as the shaq got
hardest pit hit, same way as a crack house
go in sn-tch your c.d., come right back out
pull this crack out, and sold it for three
shot to the studio, ripped the track with mike d
you know me, untamed gorilla
hit a n-gg- when he sleep, put his brains in the pilla
fo’ peeler, stunting in hummers and fo’ wheelers
a thousand proofless, daddy fa sho n-gg-

[clay-doe:]
the young and the oldies, we’re chunking the cheese
bringing worse robberies, bagging for heroin on they knees
i’m clay-doe, cop the peso
and i say so, you b-tch it’s waco
i’m riding by drive down, report to the front line
n-gg- got the torch hot, ready to do’ mine
all the time, the quicker better cheddar getter
the rubber grips and extra clips, ready for whatever
y’all say y’all thick, but sh-t y’all numbers the norm
when we step up in the club, that’s when that b-tch get warm
war born, hand over fist stuck in the storm
ready to ride up drop down, drop a motherf-cking bomb

[mike d:]
play it how it go, lay low stack that paper
play it how it go, while i pull another caper
play it how it go, no time to play games
i’m a young jesse james, corleon’s my name
you wanna-be ballers, ain’t stopping a hogg
i’m on a million dollar mission, to get it all
ready to buck a hoe, so lay it down on the flo’
n-gg- this is my world, and i’ma play it how it go
you smidget digit midgets, out there stunting for fame
talking down on a hogg name, sparking up old games
chunk me the keys to the hummer, time to ride down your block
and it’s stopping we won’t stop, short stoppers get dropped

[hook x2]

- southside playaz lyrics

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