Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, huh   Yeah, that bounce we need ya know   Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here   Let me hear some new shit, yeah, niggaz   Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these beats   Boy, let me hold it down though, yo      Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed   Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain   And I walk like, yeah, I need the cane   But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I ain't playing   War, I'm ready for it to go there   Anybody that know me know I love when it go there      Dawg, and yeah, that's wassup   Four dimes, all mine nigga, that's wassup   Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out   You won't get me   'Cause the chain's like it's workin' out   But E's still wit' the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe      Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne   Top come off, top stay on, whatever   Got rid of the five   I don't like the leathers niggaz   Six is better, more room   And there's more wood to cover my interior      This is war, enough of them words, we want war   You throw a couple of shots, we throw more   You gettin' that money, we got more   We got more, nigga, this is war      This is war, enough of them words, we want war   You throw a couple of shots, we throw more   You gettin' that money, we got more   We got more, nigga, this is war      I warned her, man, should not fear, man   If you violate, man, then you die by hand   And it should be fine, behanded that man   That man I am and you don't understand   But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been?   It's unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh      Niggaz is rappin' and clappin' I'm still laughin'   Sat back in my hood and tried to live average   But you still want me to bang at 'em   Stack lil' paper, send a lil' gang at 'em   But I see you wanna stop my chill      Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil   Or round table meeting wit' Hov   You want me in the hood, still over that stove   Nigga, I got soldiers in droves   It ain't nothing to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, nigga      This is war, enough of them words, we want war   You throw a couple of shots, we throw more   You gettin' that money, we got more   We got more, nigga, this is war      This is not for children, not for lames   Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying   If it's too blatant then it's not for you   You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you   So just quit you bitch, making me sick   You never pimped, you only friendly wit' chicks      And I've been away for a minute   Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' like women   I'm right back, nigga, where you at, nigga?   Keep the Mac nigga, spit it like that nigga   And I tried to chill even though      I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal, nigga   Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense   I got a flow like I'm still on the bench, nigga   Got a delivery like Sunday's paper   I lay that down and I get that paper, nigga      This is war, enough of them words, we want war   You throw a couple of shots, we throw more   You gettin' that money, we got more   We got more, nigga, this is war