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[talking] Go to war, go to war Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, go to war Go to war (bitch nigga), go to war (bitch nigga) Bitch nigga yeah, what-what, yeah [Lil' O] Nigga I ain't gon play, and talk to you I'ma get the AK, and the chop for you How you walk around bumping, when you glockless fool Make niggaz gon play around, and try to box with you I'ma box you up, put you in a casket Cause niggaz get blasted, instead of they ass kicked In the 7-1-Tre, this shit is drastic Niggaz disappearing round this bitch, like magic I outlasted boys, cause I out-blasted boys Mashed on niggaz, whole crews got destroyed Hopped out of Houpes, with my K making noise To this day I got niggaz, running round paranoid Saying Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, man he after me Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, gon blast on me I didn't go nowhere, cause I owe Fat Rat some cheese And if he catch me, Fat Rat gon make me a casualty [Hook x2] Nigga I don't talk, or do no discussing Letras de cancionesI pick up that K, and start to head busting Leave a nigga face down, red like a Russian Then scratch off in the night for real, it ain't nothing [Lil' O] I got a AK-47, with bullets like cone heads And when I let it loose, it eat niggaz like corn bread You niggaz wanna fuck with me, well gon head I turn white T's, and jeans to tone red With my fifty shot AK, bitch nigga eater Twitch blips, like a stick shift on a Feeter Split like lips, when you hit with the heater Chew like chick lips, like you bit by a beaver Whoa, nigga it go down for real When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel Here go some words of advice, sit down and chill Cause playing round here, gonna get you done They playing round bees, gonna get you stung I'm a made nigga playa, I can get you hung But I'd rather get the K, and let it rip your lungs [Hook x2] [Lil' O] Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, boy I rip up blocks When I make my K, hiccup shots Are you a fool but I'm stupid I'm cupid, I hit your heart Don't make a nigga come, get you marks cause I will Make you niggaz hit the flo' and lie still When I grab the K, and bust like Wild Bill Y'all niggaz talk and play, I kill I think y'all better leave me alone, like Ideal Cause I ain't Mr. Friendly, or aww he's cute I'm Mr. AK, Mr. Aim-Cock-And-Shoot I'm Mr. Come-Through-In-A-Lexus, and pop the roof On all you hating ass niggaz, that's off of Screw Talking down on a playa, cause I got them figgas And I ride around in a drop, knocking Jigga And I stay on my note, like a opera singer And y'all wanna hate on me, boy I'm not the nigga [Hook x2] From Letras Mania