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[Buddha Monk:] This is clutch-the-mic night, Mike Tyson of this fight (Cham: you want war?) Throw ya gloves on, and let's fight Brooklyn K.O., Crown Heights gun ho Duc-Lo picasso, you clapped twice if you don't think so Bad to the bone, going back to a girl being boned I can't eat, then you won't make it home I Team with Elite, Zu through these streets Ninja your man, with one swing from the hand Rhythm a sound clash, D.I.E. the sound man If the feedback is in my hands So ring the alarm, Duc-Lo war is on If you can't stand the heat, stay on when it's on, word is bond [Chorus x2: Cham] For all my niggas who be living ghetto fabulous And all the playa haters, who just wanna fuck with us I send 'em by the fuss, mind & body dust You try to disrespect my crew, and then a shot'll bust [Cham:] If you see the killing, and mi ready for the war Me gone, me got it, in my house and in me car Niggas try to test me, they not know who we are Me infrared lick you from afar, war You punk muthafucka, Duc-Lo, you wanna test? SongtexteSqueeze my machine and leave my copper in ya chest Now left me out, in me bulletproof vest Excuse me while we light up my cess, Buddha bless, yes All my niggas all ya holla, if you gotta make a dollar Duc-Lo all the crews, we follow making G's and adios Ya'll all know about me flesh, make the meter quite the best This my album, gon' make 'em write the checks, next [Chorus x2] [Cham:] Bad man, the killer... gun low, Duc-Lo, I the conqueror Oh Mr. Buddha just a singa what ya seed say [Buddha Monk:] I write the songs that make the whole world sing I write the songs that make the other rappers hate It's all good though, I wrap up, like Freddy Knuckles Throw in the blows, do ya Hollywood shuffle I touch you, clap once, clap twice, out ya light I'm G.E., I bring gun elect' to ya life So run now, here's a slug to slow you down To where you go, where no man has gone before now I'm the sands of time, and you done stepped on this landmine That means, I deal with any that fuck with mines Spread the word, Duc-Lo, the new Star Search War to an A&R if my vibe ain't heard, that's my word I deal with those bodily fluids, and 3D a shot, to the Time Life book Gun vibe, Brooklyn's most newest doing it I ain't new to this, I stay true to this, what, niggas? [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania