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pimp c - go to war lyrics

[intro: pimp c]
mic check 1 2 1 2 b-tch
back from the dead
still ugk for life

[chorus: pimp c]
you don’t want my young bg’s to bust this clip in your car
if you wanna go to war, i’ll take you to war
all that tough k!ller sh-t, down here, we avoid
if you wanna go to war, i’ll take you to war
you think a n-gg- won’t blast ’cause we rich and we’re stars
if you wanna go to war, i’ll take you to war
don’t give a f-ck about police, don’t give a f-ck ’bout the law
if you wanna go to war, i’ll take you to war

[verse 1: pimp c]
i come with plain grippers,jack tripper is my name, hoe
three’s company with these b-tches knockin’ jackers out their frames, hoe
back sittin’ low
restin’ on this b-tter
rims ripping up my tires ’cause i’m choppin’ on them cutters
have a new blaster, it’s [?] and precise
if you playin’ with consignment, then you’re playin’ with your life
i started dope gangs, cocaine like that n-gg-‘s face
ain’t scared of no gripper, ain’t scared to catch a case
i ain’t trippin’ on you young n-gg-s, ridin’ ’round with screwdrivers
i’mma blow out your brain before you get this here impala
yeah, you might get lucky, bust your thing and hit me
but if you get me, p-ssy n-gg-, i’m taking all y’all with me

[verse 2: bun b]
man, you’s a b-tch and i know it, i can smell it when i inhale
you ain’t never been a gangsta, f-ck n-gg-, you been frail
talkin’ loud, packin’ guns, but don’t n-body care
disrespect a g like myself, n-body dares
i done put in my work, i done payed all my dues
but no matter how much i gain, i ain’t got nothing to lose
don’t let the tv fool ya, don’t let the radio trick ya
just ’cause i care ’bout my career, don’t mean i still won’t stick ya
b-tch i do ya then flick ya off of my finger like a filter
everybody in the hood know bun k!lled ya
but they ain’t finna snitch, and they ain’t finna flex
’cause they know you a b-tch, and they don’t wanna be next

[verse 3: j-dawg]
f-ck the law
what’s the count, homie
tell me what you need done
tryna earn a few stripes
got a few homies that need some
you know we do this sh-t for recreation
but, when they do it, it ain’t no thing, show me where they at (point ’em out)
yeah, i lost my road dog the other night
and even though we got him right, he still wanna fight
n-gg-, f-ck a life (f-ck the life)
sometimes i shoot and blast
’cause i know n-body give a f-ck about me and mine
rest in peace pimp, rest in peace pat
rest in peace [?]
and i ain’t feelin’ that, b-tch i want my n-gg-s back
since they ain’t gon’ get it, f-ck everything living

- pimp c lyrics

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