AudioKlique - I Need War lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] T.I.P and Young Thugger, n***a Yeah, you know Tip bangin' n***a Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings Watches and the chains [Verse 1: T.I] Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' ho a** Just like a b**h, I will do yo' ho a** My MAC-10 is in the galactic, we'll crack it You looking for action, I'll Pluto your a** Lookin' for some trouble, what it do n***a? I don't really need but a few n***as And for the most part, I'm a cool n***a But I'll stomp a mud hole into you n***a Check it, the ho sh** you kick, I'm not with it You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta Will I aim that banger? n***a find out, didn't he? I put his a** in a box on timeout For the wrong thought, blow a n***a mind out You was talking all that sh**, now what you crying bout? When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme bout n***a Say you did what? What you lying bout n***a? I'm a front street n***a, you a wannabe n***a Everybody know you don't want none of me n***a Armageddon for you what it gonna be n***a Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan All the motherf**ing games, I don't play my man If I slap his a** now in the mouth, bet next Time I see him, p**y n***a try to shake my hand Hook: Young [Thug] Pull-up shooting out the avalanche Every since I counted blue cheese, I ain't liking ranch, I done Sold a hundred thousand bales of midgets like I got a plan, hey Let me see your hands if you feel like you the man I want war n***a Pull up, pull up, pull up, I need war n***a Shoot I need some war, hey I swear to, I need the war Hey, W-A-R Verse 2: Young Thug & (T.I.) Pull up in a car, two hundred stars (What you shooting n***a?) AK, no handgun, uh Man, goddamn, goddamn Pullin' up in the Lamb, (doors up) co*k that b**h and go H.A.M Damn, pull up to the spot, shoot a n***a ground Damn, catch a n***a down bad rob him for they yams Ooh, catch me on the block, Young Thug got grams Ooh (Tell em bout it now shawty), Ooh Ooh Who there? n***a got K's on K's on shooters Hey, hey-hey, hey Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey [Hook] [Outro: T.I] I swear to f**ing god, man Hey man, I'm ready Hey look man, I'm ready to go on cash out Hey man, n***a, diamonds to dog sh** n***a, you don't get rich, n***a, next three years n***a, I swear to God, n***a You show me a ten-million dollar tax return I'll give you ten million dollars man Three years man! b**h a**