Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [DJ Flash cuts and scratches] [Chuck D.:] "WAR! " (Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [
the others Go to war with my brothers I'm unstable like Kane did to Abel I'm out the stable sinnin from the beginnin Leavin daddy's little girl pretty
ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats A little
in store? Justice or a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war
] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little
Mostly 'cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate. nigga's carnivore when there's so much at steak. Aint tryin to fight no war against my brother
. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers
a cool ***** Thought I wouldn't have that *** done? Fooled you ****** What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars, brothers
visit God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war? And yo I'm
mood But growing up my parents saw what sending a kid to fight can really do And now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up 'Cause just
M.O. And away you go, and I got ([Unverified]) Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle ([Unverified]) And I heard my little brother
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
favor for a favor) You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap Where his brother
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages Cell therapists beware of this loogie that I spit Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit Little
got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother
about money 'Bout me and my brother And this I come home to This is my shelter It ain't easy, growin' up in World War III Never knowin' what love could
