"Go To War"         [Chorus: Pimp C]   Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel   fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel   if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war   I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car      [Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]   Yea, I was born military   thuggin nigga ever since   mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence   ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho   got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show   just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0   dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole   what you looking at me for   cuz im on that drank hoe   and im gone off some that mission impossible   im flexible, I still can move through traffic   if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it   go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon   you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin      [Chorus: x2]   Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel   fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel   if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war   I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car      [Verse 2: Diamond]   Look, any motherfucka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat   well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep   always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees   when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly   all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie   we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat   I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe   my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline   im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie   im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene   yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game   ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james      [Chorus: x2]   Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel   fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel   if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war   I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car      [Verse 3: Pimp C]   Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG   body body like Master P   Showing out in the parking lot   BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones   change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow   came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl   my car dangerous hit it with the sprite   hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white   gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes   Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I   if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that   monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack   if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name   we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games      [Chorus: x2]   Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel   fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel   if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war   I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car