But can you honestly tell me, in that split second that you take down an enemy
You don't allow yourself to feel the slightest tinge of satisfaction and pride in your skills
Splurcetti
D-O-U-B-L-E 07, pop out tryna hit that nigga with a Mac-11
Play with the mob bitch I send ya ass right to heaven
Or to hell, I don't tell, I catch a opp we sending him shells
Run but then he fell, it's over nigga we on ya trails
Three in the back, one in the head
Make sure that he never tells
I told Chris I probably go to hell
But I don't give a bitch, I'm thuggin'
Yeah, he cool wit the cops yea we know that he McLovin'
How I move with the Glock and Get ya pop
Oh bitch it's nothing, a bunch noobs on ya block
We make it hot and get it jumpin'
Don't make me move to your block, And show the world that you be bluffin'
Put that flame to his brain
That's the end of the discussion
This shit up in my pocket like a motherf*ckin' bomb
You play, nigga, I have your face on NorthJersey.com
Gorilla warfare, but this shit worse than Vietnam
Catch a nigga, watch him try to block it with his arm
They told me I'm the one, bitch, I got that f*ckin' charm
Get a nigga mad, I'll turn this bitch into a storm
Been getting some much pussy, nigga, I ain't even gotta watch porn
It's gettin' to the point, I gotta bitches on the block list
Lil' nigga, how you gonna stop this
You can get a Glock or a fist
If I aim, I won't miss
I make sure you rest in piss
Won't even mention nigga name
Them niggas ain't even worth a diss
I'm tryna get a nigga hit
Make sure he dismiss
Put a nigga on that list
Get him wrapped like a gift right before Christmas
I said it before, I said it again
I ain't leavin' no witness
I control the stick like a nigga driving stick shift
And once we fill him up, there's no way the doctor can heal him up
Or seal him up
Nigga, this shit get real as f*ck
You gon' kill or what
Pussy nigga, yeah, I keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Yeah, pussy nigga, I keep it tucked
Get real as f*ck
Nigga, yeah, you better keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Pussy boy fore' you run up out of luck
And get stuck
Because this is a war and that's what soldiers do
IMB 007 - WAR Lyrics
IMB 007 - WAR Lyrics
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But can you honestly tell me, in that split second that you take down an enemy
You don't allow yourself to feel the slightest tinge of satisfaction and pride in your skills
Splurcetti
D-O-U-B-L-E 07, pop out tryna hit that nigga with a Mac-11
Play with the mob bitch I send ya ass right to heaven
Or to hell, I don't tell, I catch a opp we sending him shells
Run but then he fell, it's over nigga we on ya trails
Three in the back, one in the head
Make sure that he never tells
I told Chris I probably go to hell
But I don't give a bitch, I'm thuggin'
Yeah, he cool wit the cops yea we know that he McLovin'
How I move with the Glock and Get ya pop
Oh bitch it's nothing, a bunch noobs on ya block
We make it hot and get it jumpin'
Don't make me move to your block, And show the world that you be bluffin'
Put that flame to his brain
That's the end of the discussion
This shit up in my pocket like a motherf*ckin' bomb
You play, nigga, I have your face on NorthJersey.com
Gorilla warfare, but this shit worse than Vietnam
Catch a nigga, watch him try to block it with his arm
They told me I'm the one, bitch, I got that f*ckin' charm
Get a nigga mad, I'll turn this bitch into a storm
Been getting some much pussy, nigga, I ain't even gotta watch porn
It's gettin' to the point, I gotta bitches on the block list
Lil' nigga, how you gonna stop this
You can get a Glock or a fist
If I aim, I won't miss
I make sure you rest in piss
Won't even mention nigga name
Them niggas ain't even worth a diss
I'm tryna get a nigga hit
Make sure he dismiss
Put a nigga on that list
Get him wrapped like a gift right before Christmas
I said it before, I said it again
I ain't leavin' no witness
I control the stick like a nigga driving stick shift
And once we fill him up, there's no way the doctor can heal him up
Or seal him up
Nigga, this shit get real as f*ck
You gon' kill or what
Pussy nigga, yeah, I keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Yeah, pussy nigga, I keep it tucked
Get real as f*ck
Nigga, yeah, you better keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Pussy boy fore' you run up out of luck
And get stuck
Because this is a war and that's what soldiers do
You don't allow yourself to feel the slightest tinge of satisfaction and pride in your skills
Splurcetti
D-O-U-B-L-E 07, pop out tryna hit that nigga with a Mac-11
Play with the mob bitch I send ya ass right to heaven
Or to hell, I don't tell, I catch a opp we sending him shells
Run but then he fell, it's over nigga we on ya trails
Three in the back, one in the head
Make sure that he never tells
I told Chris I probably go to hell
But I don't give a bitch, I'm thuggin'
Yeah, he cool wit the cops yea we know that he McLovin'
How I move with the Glock and Get ya pop
Oh bitch it's nothing, a bunch noobs on ya block
We make it hot and get it jumpin'
Don't make me move to your block, And show the world that you be bluffin'
Put that flame to his brain
That's the end of the discussion
This shit up in my pocket like a motherf*ckin' bomb
You play, nigga, I have your face on NorthJersey.com
Gorilla warfare, but this shit worse than Vietnam
Catch a nigga, watch him try to block it with his arm
They told me I'm the one, bitch, I got that f*ckin' charm
Get a nigga mad, I'll turn this bitch into a storm
Been getting some much pussy, nigga, I ain't even gotta watch porn
It's gettin' to the point, I gotta bitches on the block list
Lil' nigga, how you gonna stop this
You can get a Glock or a fist
If I aim, I won't miss
I make sure you rest in piss
Won't even mention nigga name
Them niggas ain't even worth a diss
I'm tryna get a nigga hit
Make sure he dismiss
Put a nigga on that list
Get him wrapped like a gift right before Christmas
I said it before, I said it again
I ain't leavin' no witness
I control the stick like a nigga driving stick shift
And once we fill him up, there's no way the doctor can heal him up
Or seal him up
Nigga, this shit get real as f*ck
You gon' kill or what
Pussy nigga, yeah, I keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Yeah, pussy nigga, I keep it tucked
Get real as f*ck
Nigga, yeah, you better keep it tucked
You gon' kill or what
Pussy boy fore' you run up out of luck
And get stuck
Because this is a war and that's what soldiers do
Writer: Denim Lighty
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
