(feat. Daz, Thug Dirt, Papa Reu)

[talking]

Yeah, y'all ^!$$%z don't really
Want none of this yeah, hu-hu-hu-hu
That's the sound of the battle cry


[Daz]
Mother$#&@er break yourself, I come for the fame and the wealth

Beat your $$# with a belt ^!$$%, tell me how does it felt
Bruise a whip, I kept it except
Keep it underneath the seat of my ride ^!$$%, you looking at death

Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog
Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner
You just a punk mother$#&@er, I'm vicious with it

Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of mother$#&@ing prison with it
On swoll, my ambitions is different behold
My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose

I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold
Hotter than lava rocks, ^!$$% hotter than cold
I chew the game up, like button strings

And I'm high as a kite, ^!$$%z dying tonight
When my move swang change, I prepare to get bang
Cashing ^!$$%z like change, I steal your chain

Ha-ha ra-dadada-dane, ra-dadada-dane
Listen to my AK, ^!$$% go bang
Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz

For you ^!$$%z with a badge your %#@! it gets bad

[Hook: Papa Reu]

Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't know what you in for
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war

(3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door)
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't know what you in for

Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat ^!$$% Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)


[Z-Ro]
Mother$#&@ers don't wanna go to war
Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage

Better be careful who you beefing with if it's me, your body gon be leaking
(*##$
Call the plumber, and see if he could fix

Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4
My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low
I ain't playing no games, living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd

The reason, why my darkened pants sag
Blue and gray when I'm in your face, and everytime a ^!$$% pass by
Looking at my ice so hard, look like they got some glass eye

Wish a ^!$$% would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, hop out and I'm spraying it down
I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you

Cause I done connected, with cuz from California
My ^!$$% Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body
Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody

And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over
I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier
Who that talking %#@!, catch your homie cause he fin to fall

He don't wanna box with bullets, bigger than some tennis balls

[Hook]

Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't know what you in for
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war

(Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for)
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all ^!$$%z, don't know what you in for

Y'all ^!$$%z, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat ^!$$% Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)


[Thug Dirt]
Y'all don't wanna go to war, I got killas that's so hard
Sick with a pistol, even better with a sawed off

Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set
I'ma chop that $$# down, while I'm screaming who's next
You in the middle of a battle zone, your cover is blown
We done found out where you live, now you can't go home
Hot lead to your dome, you better run ^!$$% run

When I @@#! this %#@! back, automatics fin to come
I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip
Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
Two extra nines, in the back of the whip
A 25 in the glove, just in case I wanna bring my (*##$

You didn't need war but now you got it, somehow you gotta stop it
Like a 16, you (*##$ ^!$$% I'ma drop it
I got heat like a frying pan, your eggs can't knock it
Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow


[Hook]