Declaration Of War

Geto Boys

Composed by: A. Gilmour/Brad Jordan/Mike Dean/Willie D
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman 
The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag 
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad 
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag 
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe 
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though 
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes 
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools 
Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at 
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at 
The nerve of you niggaz, believin I'ma play games 
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names 
{*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew 
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you 
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is 
And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth's here 
it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens 
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan 
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say 
Fuck what video do, but this is all day 
hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 
Cause you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike 
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is 
I was bred born and raised in this true shit 

[Chorus] 
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour 
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen 
to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this 
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish 
A declaration of a war and it's a warning 
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent 
is in the window got guerillas where you rest at 
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that 

[Willie D] 
Aight, let's get serious 
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, PERIOD 
If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes 
Jump bitch, I cain't wait to kill one of you hoes 
It's on if you got beef 
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete 
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha 
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha 
While your label only behind you greasin his dick 
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit 
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks 
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked 
Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes 
Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe" 
I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' ass 
in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth 

[Bushwick Bill] 
Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest 
in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off 
Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty 
and a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody 
Bust him in the ass 'til he's still 
I'm Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel 
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin 
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn 
Lookin to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy 
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy 
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya 
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya 

[Chorus]
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