Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [DJ Flash cuts and scratches] [Chuck D.:] "WAR! " (Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!) [
the mood But growing up my parents saw What sending a kid to fight can really do Now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up 'Cause just a
with ur own family Hey man there is war war in ur kitchen Ya'd better watch what watch what ur doing War war in the kitchen Now u should stop and think a little
[Verse 1:] It's like writing to the dead, dear people, I don't know if you'll hear my last plea, But somebody needs to be a little concerned about me
of the aftermath [Tom Tom Club: x4] There's no beginning and there is no end [Brother J:] Welcome to my science now seems you're always with it Brother
OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
That's why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie
to this, gots to that, gots to everything. Ever have a little fire get wet? Wow, them has not said a word. I a don't know my little friend over there
you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It
I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
ghetto gospel [Chorus: Elton John] [2Pac:] Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she
that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted
and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview
gone a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother
