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- Ultramagnetic MC's f/ Gee-Banga - War Lyrics
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- [Gee-Banga] + (Ced Gee)
- Uhh, this real New York shit right here man
- You already know
- Kool Keith, Gee-Banga let's go
- (Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh)
- Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
- I wanted keys in my collection, so I loaded bullets in my weapon
- Put on my gear, gun in my hand, prepare for this 187
- See I'm a hustler, not a murderer
- But if you get on my fuckin nerves then I'm gon' have to murder ya
- Badder than stores that's from the Saudia{?}
- Pull out my tec, gunnin yout neck execution style and just slaughter ya
- Cookin them cracks that you be coughin up
- Really don't give a fuck about family or who you the son of daughter of
- You gon' really make me have to torture ya
- But that's my second name in the hood, you can call me the extortion
- G to the Danger is the enforcer of, G.K.B.
- and gangster shit that the streets could ever offer ya
- I always been less fortunate; so I fuck bitches
- Party and drink and blow that sticky to get up off of it
- When in reality you the talk of it
- So don't be surprised me cock back and be demandin you take off your shit
- [Chorus: Gee-Banga]
- This is war, son you know we always packin that 4
- And we puttin bullets straight through your door
- Plus we stayin on point cause we don't wanna fall
- If you get caught slippin you'll get killed for sure - brrrap!
- This is war, son you know we always packin that 4
- And we puttin bullets straight through your door
- Plus we stayin on point cause we don't wanna fall
- If you get caught slippin you'll get killed for sure
- [Kool Keith]
- I'm international, worldwide traveller beyond that block shit
- You hear about it, y'all can't avoid it when I drop shit
- It's like takin a fat-ass sumo wrestler out with a dropkick
- You get they rap careers started, my job is stop shit
- Piss on anything y'all spit
- Door #1, I can play Bob, Barker
- Your bitch can't bid here
- Better stay with the cock she picked, with sauce on her lip boss
- I fuck up your lip gloss
- Get your handicap games out nigga, cause you gonna limp across
- Like a slow man in the street
- Y'all niggaz put up your umbrellas up
- Nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat
- That's on the strength~! After you leave, the car wash
- I shit on top of your Cherokee Jeep
- When I knock on the door
- Niggaz play like they not home, cause they scared to speak!
- Sleepin under beds, wrapped up in fuckin sheets!
- Sega Genesah nigga we finish a nigga
- [Chorus]
- [Ced Gee]
- Yeah, check it
- Dawg you cross me, you might as well take your own life
- See I ain't takin no prisoners son, I'm even murderin your wife
- Slaughterin all your kids, yeah, I'm that trife
- Then sit down listen to your rep and give a thorough sermon
- about the wrath of Christ
- Drink some hot cocoa, sleep well that night
- Then wake up in the mornin, and write some Ultra elevation
- Do a show in Italy dawg, then listen to a standin ovation
- Make a couple of songs in Haitian
- Spanish and Japanese, bee-da-dong-yong
- I'm great son, make no mistake son
- You sleep on me all you want, and I bet you they find yo' ass in a lake son
- [Chorus]
- [Outro]
- This is war...
- This is war...
- This is war...
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