Haystak - Go 2 War paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Go 2 War - Haystak



All is fair in love and war
Welcome to my reservoir
(Ayy, ayy)
You wanna go to war
I'll take you to war, ok
See, mane, ya gotta whole lotta
Rappers talkin' a whole lotta shit, mane
Ya know what I'm sayin', mane
But they don't want no war
They don't want no war (Uh uh)
They don't want no war wit us, mane
360, mane, they don't want no fuckin' war wit us, mane
Oohhh aaahhh
I'm on file, my family's on trial
My life is fucked up
That's why I don't smile
I seem so hostile, extremely stressed out
But shit I'm goin' thru, woulda stressed the best out
No doubt
Pour some of this Courvoisier, for the homeboys who passed away
Damn, seems like yesterday
Life's too short to procrastinate
Can't evade fate, you dyin', boy
Go out like a man, quit cryin', boy
Money and weed, things I enjoy
Mess with either one of them, and get destroyed
Like catfish, we bottom dwellers
Like the Vanderbilt's and the Rockefeller's
360 straight stack that cheddar
Boy, ya pretty good, Stak Mak better
Knew that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothing's keepin' me from kickin' in ya door
In your record store, takin' ya clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but it ain't no way in hell
Knew that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothing's keepin' me from kickin' in ya door
In your record store, takin' ya clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but it ain't no way in hell
(Full circle)
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Let it be known, that I'm addicted to weed
I'll do what I gotta do, to get what I need
Like a razor blade, ya play with me and ya bleed
Indeed
My enemies envy me
If life's a game, I'm the MVP
Tennessee drop bombs on the industry
Stak busts shots at ya, lyrically (Brrrrr)
Used to be flat broke, but I'm filthy rich
Y'all hatin' muthafuckers straight kill me, bitch
Talk shit 'bout the 360
But be up on the dick, everywhere we go
Better notify your next of kin
Bringin' in the work, like a Mexican
Some of y'all fake, like wrestlin'
Hoverin' in the game, like ESPN
Knew that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothing's keepin' me from kickin' in ya door
In your record store, takin' ya clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but it ain't no way in hell
Knew that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothing's keepin' me from kickin' in ya door
In your record store, takin' ya clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but it ain't no way in hell
Mic check, mic check
Stak the mic slaughterer
I ain't even tryin' to be the most popular
My entourage known to power photographers
Gotta get a telescope, cuz you can't see us with binoculars
Marijuana, gonna need
With the pressure that I'm under
Make it hotter than a sauna
Fill the water with piranhas
All this add up, make me go bananas
Handle my business, like Antonio Montana
Panhandle, all up to Atlanta
Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana
Big ideas, produce big bank
Original shit, like iced out tanks
Us Down South Players, we makin' you think
When we creep off in your head, like some real good dank
I'm big Stak Mak, from the 360
Kickin' in doors, (Boom, boom, boom)
Which way did he go
Knew that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothing's keepin' me from kickin' in ya door
In your record store, takin' ya clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but it ain't no way in hell
Knew that this would be the beginning of a warrrrr
But I'm kickin' in this door
(Ha, ha, ha)
(Gunshots)



Writer(s): Jason Bryan Winfree


Haystak - Mak Million
Album Mak Million
date de sortie
25-08-1998




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