Ying Yang Twins - Ghetto Cla**ics lyrics

War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at-- Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Lets get this motherf**er back crunk This is gonna be me and my n***as Holdin triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We dont give a damn about the enemies Send they out to baghdad They put a n***a on the frontline But when it come to gettin ahead They put ya way behind And they supports in minimum wage They dont give a choice to n***as They thinkin we still slaves Every n***a's got some thug in him Every n***a's got some love in him Every n***a's got a grudge in him Every n***a's got a mug in him And every n***a busts a slug in him Now like a cat, b**h, we'll skin em Yall n***as aint holdin my venom, check yourself I'ma drop your a** off, b**h As soon as i loosen my motherf**in belt, ah [Hook:] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love Y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto cla**ics (ghetto), ghetto cla**ics (ghetto) Ghetto cla**ics (ghetto), ghetto cla**ics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin bout Them ghetto cla**ics (ghetto), ghetto cla**ics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Before it left our eyes Before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk Before we had life in the dry And 911 wasnt known outside We didnt know how to read We didnt know how to write All we did was sing all day and all night Then when they let us start learning You all lose y'all mind And y'all forgot about the earlier times When Martin Luther King had a dream That one day we'd walk together We really need to get it together Kids stay in school Learn all you can Graduate, go to college, get knowledge Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real [Hook] Hup, 2, 3, 4 What the hell are we fighting for? Pa**ing off Relationship's done what spore Thats why they got the door More time, hoot hoot Aim aim, shoot shoot Aint nothing but the young kids they recruit Its a wonder they dont come home in they suit I took away some time Thinkin how i could, should, would be If everybody in the world was free No crime nobody doing wrong Everybody getting along But when i step into reality This world is sore And thats why we at war k**in ourselves over bullsh** That we valued more than life Y'all people better to get right, cause...