Z-Ro feat. Daz & Thug Dirt Go to War Lyrics

Z-Ro Tolerance Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Go to War
  • 2 Real Niggaz
  • 3 Creepin'
  • 4 Party
  • 5 I'm a Gangsta
  • 6 Stranger in the Midst
  • 7 Keep Runnin
  • 8 Who Could It Be
  • 9 Jus' a Hoe
  • 10 Ain't Havin None of That Bullshit
  • 11 Shelter in the Storm
  • 12 Time and Again
  • 13 Move Around
  • [Talking]
    Yeah, y'all niggaz don't really
    Want none of this yeah, hu-hu-hu-hu
    That's the sound of the battle cry

    [Daz]
    Motherfucker break yourself, I come for the fame and the wealth
    Beat your ass with a belt nigga, tell me how does it felt
    Bruise a whip, I kept it except
    Keep it underneath the seat of my ride nigga, you looking at death
    Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog
    Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner
    You just a punk motherfucker, I'm vicious with it
    Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of motherfucking prison with it
    On swoll, my ambitions is different behold
    My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose
    I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold
    Hotter than lava rocks, nigga hotter than cold
    I chew the game up, like button strings
    And I'm high as a kite, niggaz dying tonight
    When my move swang change, I prepare to get bang
    Cashing niggaz like change, I steal your chain
    Ha-ha ra-dadada-dane, ra-dadada-dane
    Listen to my AK, nigga go bang
    Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz
    For you niggaz with a badge your shit it gets bad

    [Hook: Papa Reu]
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    (3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door)
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    (It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

    [Z-Ro]
    Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war
    Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage
    Better be careful who you beefing with if it's me, your body gon be leaking
    bitch
    Call the plumber, and see if he could fix
    Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4
    My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low
    I ain't playing no games, living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd
    The reason, why my darkened pants sag
    Blue and gray when I'm in your face, and everytime a nigga pass by
    Looking at my ice so hard, look like they got some glass eye
    Wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down
    Locate his neighborhood, hop out and I'm spraying it down
    I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you
    Cause I done connected, with cuz from California
    My nigga Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body
    Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody
    And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over
    I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier
    Who that talking shit, catch your homie cause he fin to fall
    He don't wanna box with bullets, bigger than some tennis balls

    [Hook]
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    (Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for)
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
    Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
    (It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

    [Thug Dirt]
    Y'all don't wanna go to war, I got killas that's so hard
    Sick with a pistol, even better with a sawed off
    Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set
    I'ma chop that ass down, while I'm screaming who's next
    You in the middle of a battle zone, your cover is blown
    We done found out where you live, now you can't go home
    Hot lead to your dome, you better run nigga run
    When I cock this shit back, automatics fin to come
    I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip
    Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
    Two extra nines, in the back of the whip
    A 25 in the glove, just in case I wanna bring my bitch
    You didn't need war but now you got it, somehow you gotta stop it
    Like a 16, you bitch nigga I'ma drop it
    I got heat like a frying pan, your eggs can't knock it
    Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow

    [Hook]

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