[Intro]
Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?!
Yeah that bounce we need, ya know
Marcy where we at huh? Right here
Let me hear some new shit, yeah n***as
Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy
Let me hold it down though, yo

[Verse]
Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed
Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah I need the 'cane/caine
But dawg that's the shotty, trust me I ain't playing
War, I'm ready for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah that's wassup
Four dimes, all mine n***a that's wassup
Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out
You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out
But ease - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang ho
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne
Top come off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers n***as!
Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior

[Hook - repeat 2x]
This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war!
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more!
You gettin that money, we got more!
We got more n***a, this is war!
[Verse]
I warned her, man should not fear man
If you violate man then you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you don't understand
But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?"
It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh
N***as is rappin and clappin I'm still laughin
Sat back in my hood and tried to live average
But - you still want me to bang at em
Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em
But I see you wanna stop my chill
Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil
Or - round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood still over that stove
N***a, I got soldiers in Droves
It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes n***a

[Hook]

[Verse]
This is - not for children, not for lames
Only for real n***as that can feel what I'm saying
If it's - too blatant then it's not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you
So - just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and
I've been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women
I'm right back nicca, where you at nicca?
Keep the mac n***a, spit it like that n***a
And I tried to chill, even though
I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal n***a!
Mama's still in the hood, work still in the fence
I got a flow like I'm still on the bench n***a
Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get that paper n***a!
[Hook]