paroles de chanson War Face (Ask Fi War) [Remix] - Bounty Killer

(Feat. Raekwon)
[Intro: Bounty Killer (Raekwon)]
Well ain't I a risin' star, lord have mercy
(Yo let me get that Dutch master)
Wit Bounty Killer and Raekwon
(This goes for the Jamaican niggas)
Lord have mercy,
War and Crime and violence, is all this boy preach'n
(New York to Jamaica yo)
Never stop until gun shot, den me sing, me sing, me sing Cha
[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War! Ah no type of thing guy preachin, rapper shot reach em and em dead.
Here is my *Bar deen?* is word to upset em, Reakwon a skill em, and dem/then said.
Gun shot ah bark and ah made boy scared.
[Bounty Killer]
Well New york seh, I... wonder if oneday dat some idiot would say dat, dem want a war. Me have a 45 haskell and all de gun mix *Sa bill and all de name Cha?* all ina me car
Gun shot ah bark and ah made boy scared
Jungle this, them ask fe war, and now dem get it. Den dem holla bout said dem can't defend it. 45 haskell me pop out and end it, boy you tell story like em name louis bennett, gunshot a drop ina em mouth and em hol(hold) it, lick off de pants boy fall down wit em wallet, das only one datta kind ina him pocket. Boy ya confront de wu-tang without rachet, WATCH IT! And me gun a bark like a rocket, big like a blimp me gunz large like de market *dem took by amount and dem like a mallet/wallet?*
[Chorus]
War! Ah no type of thing guy preachin, rapper shot reach em and em dead.
Here is my *Bar deen?* is word to upset em, TG a skill em, and dem/then said.
Gun shot ah bark and ah made boy scared.
[Raekwon]
Relax your soul like Clarks from England
These terrorists is back, gun cocked, wit their jury swingin'
Collabo on, we get laced in the Avalon

Runnin' the Dutch, my marathon, done carried on
These scandalous brothers, we trample this
They can get lamped wit this, Bounty and Chef, don't even sample this
A loner, a shark tie your brother up on a
Pass the Corona, what's the science Bounty?
All they knew, he was wit Shaolin now
Police be wildin', you know, so we was splurgin' it, Virgin Islands
It's Mediterrean, lady try to play me in
Came wit a man, he had a ruger, he's Arabian
He had an accent, plus his back was bent
I'm on the corner as he pressured up wit black tints
[Chorus]
War! Ah no type of thing guy preachin, rapper shot reach em and em dead.
Here is my *Bar deen?* is word to upset em, Reakwon ta skill em, and dem/then said.
Gun shot ah bark and ah made boy scared.
[Bounty Killer]
Well Sah, I... wonder if oneday dat some idiot would say dat, dem want a war. Me got me 45 haskell and plus all de gun mix *Da bill and all de name?* Cha all ina me car.
Gun shot ah bark and ah made boy scared
[Raekwon]
Diamonds, come and walk wit me, gun point emotionally
Playin' me close like he suppose to be
He looked at 18, word to my son
He was a paid fiend, gettin' money in Jamaica, Queens
Lex' keys fell out my pocket, yo, dun, he cocked it
Ready to blaze me like a sky rocket
Suddenly stunned, dunn dropped the gun
So now it's over, now I'm slidin' in a Rover wit one
We stay trifler, rude boys buildin' in the ghetto cypher
A year from now I buy my bitch a tiger
[Outro: Raekwon (Bounty Killer)]
Word up, no infeltrators, only Wally gators
Gun shotter, park on them, me, boy.