History will repeat again It's time we learned This world was made for all men This world was made for all men This world was made for all men This world was
on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight At the ball game, jumped down and stole the base Some muthafuckas said it was bass Silly me, thought it was a 12
turnin' good Nickel bags, crystal mag, blackout, semi' four Black watch, ready for war, sasquatch, fantastic four Blood, strength, through the Clan, wear the colors
they draw the line A line as thin as the line between war and peace A line as thin as the line between west and east One button away from World War
hold up, hold your applause I got one question to ask y'all, do y'all niggas want war? Ay yo, y'all niggas want war? Bring it on c'mon Y'all want war
to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho' When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand
O say can you see I get back its still just a black and white tv In lyin color brother Gots to getaway to the other. [verse 2] Never was too good Off
color rag I used to walk in stores and yell, "Lay down" You flinch an inch AK spray down But I was lucky 'cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed
my own heart beating out The simple joy of living I wonder how I ever was that kind But the wild road I was rambling was always out there calling You
you know 'Cause it will make your nose grow like Pinnochio Since I was only 15 I had to listen To what was said for my parent was a christian I went to
We official man They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon) - Verse 4] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was
come back (I never find another honor like a track) Yo, I saw the woman I love colored in blood War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud As
three colors Go and get your boyfriend or big brother, I don't care I'm Dade County Mayor, slash player Hold up 'cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up Time for war
dudes are fish market, straight fillet ya Went to war with Kromo, then Pataki Then Guilliani, then I went to North Cackalacky What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was
brother that you knew Came through in the rain same color as +Yoohoo+ (Y'all don't know) Now you know thats the same color as doo doo (Shit) I'm the shit
a damn thing change Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs I got drugs for every race, color, and creed I sling mushrooms to white boys in club centipede Donkey Kong was
this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm) We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?) Ain't no rules in this war
sweatshirts Getting bitches and they can't stand a Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana Now the shit's like a war Of gang violence where it was never seen