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geto boys - declaration of war lyrics

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it’s the return of the murderer, maniac madman
fully automatic m 11 in the handbag
the ending of it, the beginning of the baghdad
your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

unidentified, chalk him up a john doe
got most of the pieces, but they ain’t found his arms though
it’s far from a record, i’m different than these rap dudes
a real n-gg-, won’t hesitate to clap fools

ski mask you come up to where you lay at
c-ck back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
the nerve of you n-gg-z, believin’ i’ma play games
you know who i’m wit, so i ain’t gotta say names

you p-ssy, ‘cuz you a black jew
ain’t never had love for y’all, make me clap you
and it’s a done deal, don’t f-ck with what the truth is
hide behind that motherf-ckin’ desk but when the truth’s here

it’s on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
death to the n-gg-z who disrespected the jordan
i’m not a pop n-gg-, f-ck what radio say
f-ck what video do, but this is all day

hood n-gg-, i ain’t gotta show you what my life like
‘cuz you don’t persecute a motherf-cker like mike
i ain’t a house n-gg- sc-m like you fools is
i was bred born and raised in this true sh-t

funny how a n-gg- get caught up in all the glamor
and then they finally come to grips that this can happen
to anybody, won’t discriminate who catch this
get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

a declaration of a war and it’s a warnin’
follow the leader but be aware your opponent
is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
and prepared to hit a motherf-cker, bet that

aight, let’s get serious
f-ck the rap game i’m the realest n-gg-, period
if you ain’t feelin’ me you know how it goes
jump b-tch, i can’t wait to kill one of you hoes

it’s on if you got beef
you can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
bottom line, i don’t give a f-ck about’cha
if i pop you in the neck, i bet some blood come out’cha

while your label only behind you greasin’ his d-ck
your stupid -ss on a video, cheesin’ and sh-t
j ain’t shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
the way i see you a b-tch and you deserve to be f-cked

willie d is the n-gg- that’ll bl–dy your clothes
don’t think you know me ‘cuz you know the hook to “bald head hoe”
i light you up with a sawed off and stab yo’ -ss
in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

aight n-gg-, stab him in the leg in the chest
in the back and mouth, let ’em haul him off
give me a motherf-ckin’ handy shotty
and a plug of pcp, i’ll kill anybody

bust him in the -ss ’til he’s still
i’m chuck wick b-tch, your achilles heel
a short n-gg- quick to give a tall -ss whoopin’
got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of brooklyn

lookin’ to start sh-t, i ain’t scary like scooby and sh-ggy
p-ss me off you better duck like daffy
even if you in a rest home i’ll pop ya
even if you got a vest on i’ll drop ya

funny how a n-gg- get caught up in all the glamor
and then they finally come to grips that this can happen
to anybody, won’t discriminate who catch this
get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

a declaration of a war and it’s a warnin’
follow the leader but be aware your opponent
is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
and prepared to hit a motherf-cker, bet that

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