War Lyrics – King Von
War Details:
Song Name: War
Singer: King Von
Composer: Chopsquad DJ
Lyrics by: King Von
Banger
Dj on the beat, so it’s a banger!
Von
Ni**a, I’ll be damned (who?)
If a ni**a think he finna take me out, this s**t ain’t sweet (huh? Boom, boom)
Ni**a, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (yeah!)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (s**t!)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (huh? Huh?)
War outside, ni**as couldn’t even eat (damn, damn!)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (yeah!)
Mother-f**kers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (von, huh?)
Shootin’ s**t sun up ’til the sun down (uh!)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (uh-huh!)
All these bi**h a*s ni**as tellin’, really start to take the fun out (he get too wild)
I’m the typе of ni**a go to church with my gun out (in a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he gеt too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (in a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (damn, damn)
Police they catch me, I’m too silent (damn!)
My name speak volume, I’m too violent (huh?)
Ni**as actin’ tough, run it up then I’ma lay him down like two pallets (boom, boom)
Dress a ni**a up like a new stylist (uh-huh!)
Out for a year, ni**a, when the trial is? (uh-huh!)
Would’ve bought a bi**h a car but she had some mileage (uh-huh!)
If he say what he saw, we gon’ cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)
Ni**a, I’ll be damned (damn!)
If a ni**a think he finna take me out, this s**t ain’t sweet (nah, nah!)
Ni**a, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (boom, boom)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (yeah!)
War outside, ni**as couldn’t even eat (s**t!)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (huh? Huh?)
Mother-f**kers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (damn, damn)
Shootin’ s**t sun up ’til the sun down (yeah!)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (uh-huh!)
All these bi**h a*s ni**as tellin’, really start to take the fun out (uh-huh)
I’m the type of ni**a go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (in a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (damn, damn)
Oh, you ’bout it? (uh-huh!)
Rob you, ain’t s**t you gon’ do ’bout it (uh-huh!)
My lil’ bi**h want a new body (what?)
My bullets come get you fast like a bugatti (grrah, grrah)
I’m goin’ scotty like too hotty (yeah!)
You gettin’ shot up if you too cocky (what?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Run out (yeah!), hustle to sun up to sun down (uh-huh!)
We got some money, it’s fun now (it’s fun!)
Last ni**a dissed king von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (what?)
It was funny but now it’s not fun now (it’s not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A ni**a tried von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)
Ni**a, I’ll be damned (damn!)
If a ni**a think he finna take me out, this s**t ain’t sweet (nah, nah!)
Ni**a, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (boom, boom)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (yeah!)
War outside, ni**as couldn’t even eat (s**t!)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (huh? Huh?)
Mother-f**kers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (damn, damn)
Shootin’ s**t sun up ’til the sun down (yeah!)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (uh-huh!)
All these bi**h a*s ni**as tellin’, really start to take the fun out (uh-huh!)
I’m the type of ni**a go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (in a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (damn, damn)
