Correction Paroles Warfare par Eldorado Red

Featuring(s) : Trouble

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Warfare, warfare
Nigga play with me, he be outa here
Warfare, warfare
Kidnap his kids, and his mama next

[Eldorado Red]
Beef shit, street shit
I'm hands on, when it's time to murk a bitch
Everybody killers, till they found slayn
p*ssy ass niggas tryna get a name
I put your name on the news, if you want some fame
Black male found dead, holes in his brain
Gun fight, court trial
Don't need no whitnesses, so they gotta throw it out
Teflon don, charges with a stick
50 round drum, all my shooter's toes thick
Say my name on a song, that's a death wish
I'm the king of Rich Crest, nigga, you a snitch
5 7 hit your ass, you goin shit and piss
I be in the mob, nigga, we don't talk about it
We catch you on the ground, put some chalk around ya
I got killers from Memphis to ATL

Warfare, warfare
Nigga play with me, he be outa here
Warfare, warfare
Kidnap his kids, and his mama next
[Trouble]
Tell me, do you love your mama
Do you love your kids
If so, calm down with all that f*ck boy shit
You ain't never died before, partner, but you will today
The price for your life, probably round 2 K
You like to f*ck with them hoes, so you's an easy target
You like to stand off in the morning, when you leave your apartment
Ain't no justifying no disrespect when it's to the mob
Ain't no hollering bout how you just wanna live, when you said you was so hard
Even in my Benz, sniper hit you with persision
Hit up Red, tell him it's a done deal, he up in the kitchen
Whippin whippin work
Test me, and get murked
I'm from the land where do or die niggas shoot first
If it jam, still know I won't tell a lie
Nigga, I'm the man, hold my Glock high
Warfare, warfare, Edgwood, Zone 6, don't go over there

Warfare, warfare
Nigga play with me, he be outa here
Warfare, warfare
Kidnap his kids, and his mama next

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