Bongo the Drum GAHD - Block Wars lyrics

[Intro] You know what the f** be pissing me off? The other motherf**ers think they running my block Jump off that f**ing stoop, hit the f**ing gate, n***a Grab your burners it's time to go to war I give the n***as the whole f**ing clip Every motherf**ing round in this motherf**er you can get Tell 'em it's a block thing Murder murder, murder murder [Verse 1] n***as run up on this red '64 You get a white tag on your big toe These ain't punch lines, n***as kick doors Leave your baby mama with her lip swole All handguns, n***as pack light n***a's mouth loose but my strap tight n***as slide through and they bust first We k**in' everybody that night Block wars, we bout that life Scuffed J's and them fist fights Dead bodies on dead bodies Savage, that's what I live like Go and chop a n***a head off f** around, let the rounds hit you Blood splattered on them n***as with you All I had to do was give a signal Magazines if you got an issue Hit one n***a with the Source Hit two n***as with the Vibe b**h I k** your vibe It's a reason n***as can't f** with Chuck I'm a Compton n***a and I don't give a f** n***a walk around with that pistol tucked I do drive-bys out a Bentley truck [Pre-Hook] (Murder murder) Whoo! Yeah Have you ever seen a murder huh? (Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look [Hook] Have you ever seen a murder? Have you ever seen a dead body? Got a chopper with some rounds on it Boop-boop, hittin' everybody Turn the corner from your mama house Put a n***a in the trunk co*k your sh** and walk around the corner Promise n***a this ain't what you want (block wars) n***a this ain't what you want (block wars) n***a this ain't what you want (block wars) n***a this ain't what you want (block wars) No, n***a this ain't what you want, whoo, yeah (Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom (Murder murder) Whoo [Verse 2] Pull up on your block, take that sh** over Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas Pure shooter like DeMar DeRozan Hot slugs but the j**elry frozen 12 gauges on the trap sofas Naked b**hes in the kitchen whippin' yola Pockets fat like the young Oprah Told the n***a he ain't want the clip I'm filthy rich and still with the sh** His mama cryin' but his son a b**h I had her view the body like she from the 6 Bullets ricochetin' all through the block n***a run his mouth like he knew the cops I do the shootin' while the shooters watch Then cook crack in a noodle pot Move me? Gotta move the block That means take shots like it's Blue Dot n***as talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN I'll put your a** with Stuart Scott No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown I can't stop with the murder sh** Burn rubber, burn a clip A lot of n***as died on how they wear the sh** [Pre-Hook] Shut the f** up Or get murdered murdered murdered Have you ever seen a dead Murder murder murder murder Have you ever seen a dead body? Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo) Have you ever seen a (Have you ever seen a murder huh?) Murder murder murder murder (Boom boom boom boom, look) [Hook] Have you ever seen a murder? Have you ever seen a dead body? Got a chopper with some rounds on it Boop-boop, hittin' everybody Turn the corner for your mama house Put a n***a in the trunk co*k your sh** and walk around the corner Promise n***a this ain't what you want [Outro] Everybody lay the f** down, you know who it is n***a Ay, what the f** you doing? n***a come here n***a Gun in your motherf**ing mouth n***a put that motherf**ing gun down Before I smoke your motherf**ing homie Ayo and get all this sh** n***a I'm about to k** this n***a, f** you n***a You dying too b**h a** n***a, n***a Let's get the f** out of here