Go To War

(feat. Bohagon & Lil' Scrappy)

[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 presidence 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