Solomon Childs - War lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah... finally, right? I know how you feel [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Him? Please... Them? Please They... don't... want... war.... [Solomon Childs] War by pamphlets, I rest like little Hudson Lebanon When I was nine, I crazy glued Megatron Got my Ray Caruse throwback on, poverty got me strucken Sometimes I wonder what was the sense in rushing Never should of played the corners At a young age, was witnessed to the murders on the corners Roamers, brain tumors, Mountain Loretta group home tutors From the white boy neighborhood, stole scooters As I got older, went for the bigger prize Like the diamonds and rugers While all the M.C.'s front like they Godfathers and k**as Nothing but lies in they neighborhood thrillers I rep street life thrillers, with style and flow That delivers like the Alpine rivers [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Time for the mags to come out, let me tell what the mags be about Magazines and magnums, back to the subject A body bags in ransom, informats around the way working with the feds The feds and cracks, the same, they both k** Intense drama, I hear your heart pounding, like you running on tredmills Three eighties with nine millimeter shells, funeral time Muthaf**as sound off the church bells Be up the blocks with twelve twelves, nowadays, f** the world Beat my dick to gun books, time's so real, beef cooks The hammers, my only girl, but b**hes love a real crook And if whatever it is, it's dead and cold, I ain't scared to look [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] So, what I'm talking about, is Whether you my man or not Sitting there listening to this song You violate, n***a, I clap you too Don't give a f** if I need b**hes, I will smoke So what n***a?