Al-D - War Born lyrics

[Hook] War born, stuck in the storm with no alarm Bringing harm, witness these days of n***a'nam Dropping bombs, you don't wanna f** with us See my click is too thick, we armed and dangerous [Mr. 3-2] It's a brand new era, no time to slow down Me and my n***as, come to get you like bloodhounds Spitting rounds from the K, on a mission to set it off You don't want problems, with the number one mob boss Lost in convoy, twenty vehicles deep Looking for trouble, getting head in the backseat These n***as be bumping like hoes, they need to quit it Hitting up a n***a dick, and lying just to kick it I'm way too wicked, and focused on my paper Spitting Gulf Coast game, I'm a big old heavyweighter Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2 Governor of the game, us real G's pay dues [H.A.W.K.] I hit with hard blows, you n***as like free throws I'm f**ing you n***as hoes, and spitting these raw flows I'm down like ten toes, with work and condo And with my snub nose, haters fall like dominos What I say goes, my neck and wrist froze I love to rock shows, and count up zeros I love to write rhymes, f** in my spare time Meet my deadline, and commit these petty crimes A Southern juggernaut, the chicken is in a pot I'm giving it all I got, space age like an astronaut My temperature boiling hot, the fire is heated And in this day in age, H.A.W.K. won't be defeated [Al-D] Sworn to bring harm, like the force of a storm Leaving my enemies torn, while they whale and scorn You know the deal, it's k** or be k**ed so keep a strap f** that vest on your chest, b**h I'm aiming for your back I attack with art of war, and it's swarming on my foes Leaving holes in they clothes, from they head to they toes Got a close on beam, feddy in my team f**ing with my family, that's a dangerous thing We want war blood's on, b**h you ready to die b**h you ready to die, f**ing with the G.I We mash n***as a** n***a, n***a f** your crew And anybody else bumping b**h, f** them too [Big Pokey] I can't slack off all day, sit around and jack off Keep my heat ready, to knock a b**h back off Mash for mine, put up numbers like Stackhouse My spizzot got the same scope, as the Shaq got Hardest Pit hit, same way as a crack house Go in snatch your c.d., come right back out Pull this crack out, and sold it for three Shot to the studio, ripped the track with Mike D You know me, untamed gorilla Hit a n***a when he sleep, put his brains in the pilla Fo' peeler, stunting in Hummers and fo' wheelers A thousand proofless, daddy fa sho n***a [Clay-Doe] The young and the oldies, we're chunking the cheese Bringing worse robberies, bagging for h**n on they knees I'm Clay-Doe, cop the peso And I say so, you b**h it's Waco I'm riding by drive down, report to the front line n***a got the torch hot, ready to do' mine All the time, the quicker better cheddar getter The rubber grips and extra clips, ready for whatever Y'all say y'all thick, but sh** y'all numbers the norm When we step up in the club, that's when that b**h get warm War born, hand over fist stuck in the storm Ready to ride up drop down, drop a motherf**ing bomb [Mike D] Play it how it go, lay low stack that paper Play it how it go, while I pull another caper Play it how it go, no time to play games I'm a young Jesse James, Corleon's my name You wanna-be ballers, ain't stopping a Hogg I'm on a million dollar mission, to get it all Ready to buck a hoe, so lay it down on the flo' n***a this is my world, and I'ma play it how it go You smidget digit midgets, out there stunting for fame Talking down on a Hogg name, sparking up old games Chunk me the keys to the Hummer, time to ride down your block And it's stopping we won't stop, short stoppers get dropped [Hook - 2x]