War Song - N.O.R.E., Glacierz

Fuck niggas, tell them suck a dick

Lollipop hoes, sucker shit

Lefrack shooter squad

My murder unit, niggas running through your rod

I could occupy Wall Street

But I’d rather occupy where the halls be

They say morning sex is the best breakfast

If her head right, she might get a necklace

It ain’t tricking if you got it

You on top of the world, baby, that’s my dick

Militainment, for the princess

Got weight on her chest -- bench press

Yeah, I’m about to let my shooters go

Green light on you, I let my shooters know

Assassinate you

Cut your dick off, fucking castrate you

Yeah, this ain’t nothing but a war song

That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song

This ain’t nothing but a war song

That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song

They want beef, then we go to they crib

They want drama, then we go where they live

They want beef, then we go to they crib

Shit stinks and you know what it is

Fuck bitches, lick blood from a tampon

I’m the reason you wake up to your mans gone

Dead hoes, the Marilyn Monroes

Now tell me who the best, I’m all ears -- Dumbo

I stay on top of niggas, y’all giving top to niggas

I’m like them yellow cabs, bitch, you don’t stop for niggas

Dudes thirsty but I’m too laid back

And keep the fools needing water like a Kool Aid pack

Damn nice, damn right from Van Dyke

Buffalo these broads like the bottom of Air Nikes

Got em like, «Why they give her the damn mic?»

The way I eat bitches, niggas think I’m a damn dyke

Step in Guiseppes, niggas respect g

N.O.R.E.

are together like testes, see

So you might want to bang yourself

My pussy juice is on your nooses -- bitch, hang yourself