[Intro: Crunchy Black, DJ Paul]
What's up, Paul, mane?
Shit
Mane, you know every time I see that n***a, mane
That n***a be talkin' 'bout "fuck Triple Six" and shit, man
You know what's wrong with that, bitch?
That bitch got anna? Or somethin?
I can tell a bitch got anna
If he did, he'd take care of business like a real n***a
This for all ya'll ho's

[Hook]
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
There's always a n***a in back of the club
Actin' like lil' bitches callin' names
Talkin' all of that shit all damn night in the club
But them bitches did not do a thang
Talk all of that yang if you want to
But boy, you best back all the anna away
'Cause Triple Six ready for violence n***a
Triple Six ready for bustin' shells
Ain't no use in you showin' out, damn fool
'Cause you will just get your damn fuckin' head split
Now sit yo' lil' monkey ass down
'Cause don't nobody want your damn bitch or your shit
Now boy, your ass better think twice
Before you decide to play with Mafia boys
'Cause when you wish to play with Mafia boys
You best bring you some dangerous toys
Don't make me pull out the sickle
And fuck up the dance club with your ho-n***a blood
Scarecrow will unload and go loco
And smoke every joke that approach in this club
Now, I came to rap and get paid
I did not come to spray up somebody's damn child
But it always gotta be some n***as that wanna get too wild
Now n***as can't just have some fun
They wanna fight, they wanna gun
For some, that's the only reason that they come
But n***as like that are the ones Lord Infamous ready for
Just listen to the breakdown, for the ones who just ignore
[Hook]
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I can tell that bitch want some of me
The Triple Six don't ride shotgun, we ride Uzi
Plastic Glock, Ruger, Nine, and the Cali
With the hundred round clip in the alley
Of your hood n***a, you see me every day
Never make a move, or never wanna play
With the gangsta ass chucky-style
Devil so mean, bullshit to the side
Don't come solo, bring your whole team (Whole team)
To the circle, if there's any real n***a
In any one of you ho's
Don't try to hide, we kickin' down them doors
The Black Haven zone is where you'll find me, bitch
So no excuses when I wreck up your click
With the click on my Triple Six weapon, ho
So quit talkin' that shit to your roadies, 'fore I test ya, ho
And my only side kick that was name is 54
So now, ya know, what the fuck you waitin' for?
[Hook]
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?
And if you mothafuckas wanna go to war
Punk motha-punk mothafucka, what you waitin' for?