, I wouldn't have it any other way After the war Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done Even though I held no gun After the war Nobody
say, I wouldn't have it any other way After the war Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done Even though I held no gun After the war Nobody
Just keep walking keep observing I'll do the talking This is the hood they don't visit often This is the war after nuclear war end And this is your
s a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice] Even after.. World War 3, the war
pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane We got to war,
stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass Cause it ain't gone be no more after me It ain't no limit to these young
guns to beef, while you send your son to speech We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps Joe the Don, ready for war
was A little time does justice to the heart You should ask your little boy why he rushing to the park Everyday after school, you wonder why he love there? They got guns
is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young ones with guns, acting like
dudes better think 'Cause I light that ass up fast as you can blink With one life to live, kid I'm livin' with a 'venge After dark, when the guns spark
Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em
Hook I show ya how to do it now hommie, 'cause its ok, got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away, I keep it gully for the streets and
. We are conditioned into being passive observers. If the ring-master offers war, We have been conditioned to passively accept it. War can only exist
the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave, Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave. Ah, those rotting young
, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at your car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I can go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my
