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Yo, ayo there's war on the
Blood on the
I leave them buried alive just a fossil bone
bags line the streets, reporters reporting
Mafia ties to drugs and
DeLucees vs. Starkeano headline the
Police call war on crime they lose
Judges get kidnapped get decapitated
Starks rise all to be emancipated
Black godfather, at war
Drive by's and Molotovs to settle the
Butcher shops filled with up casualties
I make sure to guns in all my faculties
Streets red when the boss is disrespected neglected
I no man's protected
To his own grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a war zone of course man for self (x3)

How you for war, grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your in the barber chair
Ya of a lion that's what got him here
Bullet proof your car yo we're out of
Fuck the DeLucas we got? with
Bone crush a nigga like a team
a new regime, the old we throw it out
Spit back the hammer you yo to throw them out
gun cocked at the whole house
Sip the brown liquor while we a quarter ounce
Pick the territories north to south
Your high power shine is watered down
I'm underground the vest on
Open up your head now flesh is torn
Never turn my of a restaurant
Put holes in your chest come the don
45 of them hoes let me stretch my

Cause in a war zone of course every man for (x3)

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So the DeLucas want nah not today
Cock his spray side him and you got to pay
Don't even kill him just him feel a lot of pain
Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer
Weed him with open arms weed him with thoughts
him 2 2 3 squeeze him leave him with no resolve
Make a led repping for the territory
No on me reg that's a negatory
You want a war these men pop
Taking all in a 10 block
Murder rate double,
the strip
Like it got hit a couple of missiles
? through your
I get in your crib in wig in a guy uniform
My shooters got DeLuca in the scope
close, say the word Tone you was ghost