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mia x - you don't wanna go 2 war lyrics

[intro: master p]
what’s up all ya’ll real soldiers? (uuunnnggghhh!!!)
all ya’ll n-ggas in baton rouge. (it’s mp, mp! mp)
shreveport. (the m-th-f-ckin colonel)
alabama. (the colonel!)
kansas. and it’s time to salute. (at ease!)
north carolina. south carolina
the first m-th-f-ckin lady of the tank!
(on the m-th-f-ckin tank!) the tank! (feel this!)
detroit. the hardest b-tch you ever heard!
(the hardest b-tch you ever heard) d.c. (uuunnnggghhh) mia x!
(mia x!) mia x! unlady like! (unlady like!) unlady like!

[chorus 3x: master p]
you don’t wanna, go to war with a soldier
no limit, tru n-gga, i thought i told ya!

[mia x]
mamma! four star lady general, picture the tank
i represent, get ya bucked, and i ain’t to be f-cked with
n-gga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil
below the sea level (new orleans) chills the illest sista
quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures
descriptive vocals, who’s the black widow i flow to
red sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week
and got my props in and out of bl–dy cheddar cheese
betta keep yo negativity about no limit on the under
my verbal warfare will shake that -ss like thunder
i thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self
can you handle any physical encounters with moi?
huh? my thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts
totin them guns, tearin sh-t up, what?
there is no street b-tch, rollin with n-ggas
flowin with n-ggas, holdin they own with n-ggas
like mama mia, and her kid sista
lady smith and wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta
forever with the, tru soldiers, till i die
we gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys

[chorus (2x)]

[master p]
??? reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat
army fatigues, strapped, and i’m ready for combat
fool, i got that ghetto sold like ?lebanon?
and p be the commander, chief, call me the black sylvester stallone
eyes ever red, cause i’m gon off that dolja
raise ya guns high if you a no limit soldier
fool, till i die, i’m a represent the tank
a colonel’s any n-gga in the ghetto makin bank
gats c-cked for hatas, suckas can’t fade us
got n-ggas representin from louis, florida, to vegas
mississippi to oklahoma, new orleans to california
cleveland, ohio, atlanta to tacoma
texas, evansville, to f-ck it, indianapolis, augusta
n-ggas rowdy, just bout that cabbage
gats trued up, gon off that green and hennesy
like pac say, fool, keep ya f-ckin eyes on ya enemies
i be dunkin n-ggas in the hood just like stackhouse
i’m known, any n-gga in the ghetto
could say “ungh!” and watch hoes p-ss out

[chorus (2x)]

[c-murder]
b-tch i’m breakin bread with m-th-f-ckin k!llas
and i’m slangin tapes, to m-th-f-ckin drug dealas
and i’m representin, no limit to the fullest
tru n-gga till i’m dead, gimme the trigga, i’m gon pull it
n-gga p-ss the weed, cause i’m bout to get high
and hatas watch ya -ss, cause ya -ss is gonna die
we be no limit n-ggas, and we bout it
we come to a club, and get the m-th-f-cka rowdy
b-tch, i’m trued up, cause i’m in it
p is the colonel, i’m the m-th-f-ckin lieutenant
soldiers

[chorus (2x)]

[silkk the shocker]
ya’ll don’t wanna go to war
cause i’m off the m-th-f-ckin tank, b-tch
ya’ll think ya’ll could, ya’ll can’t hang
b-tch, i’m a tell ya as a fact, ya’ll can’t, b-tch
military mind, or should i say military schemes
count my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen
cause i’m a n-o, l-i, m-i-t soldier
i tried and told ya, f-ck repeatin myself over
n-ggas start runnin, i start bustin, n-ggas be hidin and duckin
you could be off and rushin, i got problems still can touch ya
n-gga f-ck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas
i’m good with my gun, but if it jams i resort to my knuckles
cause if you ain’t a soldier, then you ain’t sh-t
and if you ain’t a soldier, then what’s yo purpose, b-tch?

[chorus (2x)]

[mystikal]
together we make more noise than clash of the t-tans
bring mo game than we fightin
i done hooked up with the colonel, give a f-ck if you like it
keepin b-tches excited, recycle hatas that trifle
get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival
call them people for me, i’m on fire
scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo -ss get burned, don’t hold me liable
we move far, can’t go to war past 16 toys
you know who we are, we no limit soldiers we step when we march
i want yo respect like a direct order from ?freestar?
n-ggas get scared when i come through, b-tch, i’m expectin five stars
b-tch ??? never overload rounds to be shot
we mercenary soldiers, we can’t be stopped!
b-tch, we soldiers!

(ghetto n-ggas and b-tches)
soldier, soldier (about face, at ease)
all i want to be was a soldier
(now p-ss the m-th-f-ckin weed)

[chorus (2x)]

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