War (Album Version|Explicit)

War (Album Version|Explicit) - DJ Clue/Nas

Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm

New Nas it's called 'War'

Squinted-eye gangsta live in a skyscraper

Platinum Patron drinker stackin' that grown paper

God pushed me out His nuts

The Devil swallowed me up I burnt a hole in his guts

Fell down into a Louis Vuitton truck with stash boxes

And niggaz in it sayin' blast Nas sh*t

Drove down harm's way puffin' that bombay

QB thug tattoo on my arm say

Names of my fam so I'ma read you a scripture

And commandments to get you richer

Bandannas hammers MAC's and nina's

With the mismatched Pumas like Shan in Queensbridge

All white shell toes that's that Queens thing

Brightland ice wine call that w**d sling

Know where G slang

And the b**ches with bomb a** that slurp on me and my comrades

Got a new contract come on black

Sh*t y'all just gettin' up on I'm beyond that

No time for crumbs I really don't see them

They just started livin' just started havin' threesomes

Just started havin' girls who like them

That's why I got married 'cause my world ain't like them

So why they keep tellin' those stories

Ni**a y'all square ni**a this is my year ni**a

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