You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there) You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air) You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air) Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there) Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! This boy is not a soldier Somebody should'a told ya I'm striking like a cobra The rap game now is over I shot up homeboy's Rover With fifty shots to fold you You screamin for Yejova You wish your momma hold you Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders The world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shoulders I say I'm 730 - they tell me I'm bi-polar You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan" Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man Shots go off in Bethleham Even in Jerusalem Christians k**ing Mus-a-lims Tell me what you doing man? You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there) You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air) You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air) Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there) Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! Hut, two, three, four - No War! We caught up in the struggle Sit back watch the water bubble Lock us up for d** you smuggle Detroit hustlers paying double Now the whole country's in trouble Gas prices sky high People scared to