V1  I know im not what your used to  Too real for all that fruit stuff  Revealin purpatrators though they hide  Just throw your truce up    No time for all that new stuff  Frontin on that who what  I could give a fuck about you niggaz  Pick your tools up    Its war, lace your boots up  Its real, fuck the rules bro  Close contact one hand combat  Or long distance fuck you fools up    Back in the saddle now  back up in the battleground  if its in your heart when it sparks  act according now    the object man slaughter now  the order shut these fools down  the target, anything movin  women and children catchin slugs now    no love so don't come around  run for the border now  headshots are the standard  got no time for no second rounds    down from the start to finish  niggaz talk it but I live it  true to the heart though its hard  im still up in it    business is my personal  pain if I touch a few  fuck your life my nig  and look here, take it personal.    V2  I keep my boots laced tight as fuck  In god I trust  These mofuckers cant be stupid enough  Not to throw they truce up    But fuckem, No this is not love  This is death bout to touchem  This is anything movin  Becoming the new focus of my weapon    This is with each breath I take in  Bein the last one they takin  This is me askin gods forgiveness  For all the souls at his gate waitin    All the clothes we left on lifeless bodies  White flags could a saved em  But they refuse to chose to waivem  So I refuse not to sprayem, fuckem    That's why they stay  With they face to the pavement prayin  To god they don't get weighed in  Cause we are not playin    We are on top of this foodchain  And they could never evolve past us  And though we'd see this solved peacefully  They mistakenly come after us    But they never seem to be able to handle  The repercussions afterwards  When the dust settles and they finally realize  They should have been pacifists    But its too late to switch  After this full metal jacket grabs em  Look we toldem this was war  And we toldem we get at em  This is war...    V3  I don been to war in all seasons  Gave a whole new meanin to block bleedin  I done seen some of the hardest cats shot  On the ground screamin    Exercising these demons  From the souls of my enemies  My mouth never moves  But my finger moves repeatedly    Casket closed friend or foe  When its my time I'll never know  Don't catch bullets always  let my bullets go    squeeze till its nothing left  protect my buddy protect my self  gotta make it home so i  fight till my last breathe    never mind these fucked up rules  if he can breakem so can you  if he talk shit best believe  that im gone killem fool    a dead man cant talk  fuckem is what im talking about  only story getting told  is the story comin out my mouth    its war, aint no rules here  my enemies made that real clear  explosives under the street  the only thing that I'm fearin here    no time to make my first mistake  be on point wit each chance I take  gotta stay focused just to  make it to the next day    my eyes are open never shut  holdin a weapon blowem up  when my boots are laced up  best believe im not given a fuck    I'm givin all my rounds away  Hell naw I aint stingy bro  He can takem all or he better  Throw his truce up, its war