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joell ortiz & the heatmakerz - war (w.a.r.) lyrics

[intro: joell ortiz]
yeah, my lil’ homie from down the way, he said
they gettin’ too much money on the other side, it’s f+ckin’ his money up
he said he thinkin’ ’bout runnin’ down on ’em (heatmakerz, crack music)
what did i think about that? i told him this
whatever you do? man

[chorus: joell ortiz]
you don’t want war, shorty, you don’t want war (nah)
war’s not that smalltime beef from before (no)
i’m talkin’ c4s underneath the car floor (boom)
big 44s aimin’ at your mom’s door (boom)

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
they don’t bother n0body, what you wan’ start for?
you poke the wrong bear, you gon’ feel a strong claw
have you crawlin’ through your crib, boy, i’m talkin’ all fours (d+mn)
n+ggas be so thirsty for drama, they draw straws (ah)
you try to take theirs, they gon’ try and k!ll yours
minivans with cans hangin’ out the slide doors
and don’t forget the mountain bike boys near the store
they’ll pedal through your neck of the woods with one call
trust me, you don’t want war, shorty, you don’t want war (nope)
that money slow down when them things ringin’ off (what else?)
police hang around when they see too much chalk (what else?)
so ten toes down, n+gga, sit down and talk
’cause they don’t want war
[chorus: joell ortiz]
shorty, you don’t want war
war’s not that smalltime beef from before
i’m talkin’ c4s underneath the car floor
big 44s aimin’ at your mom’s door (brrrah)

[verse 2: lil’ fame]
nah, you don’t want war, shorty, you don’t want war
i’m just tellin’ you sh+t i done lived, done saw
i been spittin’ this since “how about some hardcore”
just happy to be alive, i don’t know about y’all
yeah, you got your lil’ block, now you think you a boss (oh)
b+tches on your d+ck, you the king of new york (come on)
talkin’ that beef sh+t and get cleaned off a fork
get stretched, wig popped off clean with the hawk
so you don’t want war
don’t worry about another n+gga money, get yours
don’t get ’em p+ssed off
n+gga spin your block in an old+ass accord
dumpin’ them clips off and a couple get lost
shorty, you don’t want war
don’t wanna see you with your shirt streamin’ on the floor (nah)
don’t want your moms to have to id you in the morgue (nah)
at the funeral home, folks leanin’ on your coff’
this is food for thought, you don’t want war
[verse 3: billy danze]
nah, you don’t want war
shorty, you better chill or get your grill peeled off
sharp like the seals out the floorboard
rip ammo in the drill (grrr), it’s all yours
track him on the ‘gram, see him makin’ light noise
catch him at the light and heat up his porsche doors
how you put your feet up when beefin’ with warlords?
no etiquette, these predicate n+ggas is all for (y’all saw it)
who the f+ck, you think you ron o’neill?
i’ll turn you into hoffa, disconnect you with this chopper
stick you in the bedroom and ship you up b+tch creek
sleep and you’ll be missin’ for weeks (nah, you don’t want war)
i’ll show up after the wake with the .38
granny sent somethin’, i’m fixin’ her plate (wait)
wait (wait), he did to himself now
i’m just a n+gga that blatt

[chorus: joell ortiz]
nah, you don’t want war, trust me, you don’t want war
war’s not that smalltime beef from before
i’m talkin’ c4s underneath the car floor
big 44s aimin’ at your mom’s door
you don’t want war

- joell ortiz the heatmakerz lyrics

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