* first two verses are off B.G.'s "Niggaz 'N Trouble"
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Yeah, spinning been on these niggas.
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It's World War.
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Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.
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Wherever you are.
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We still ain't nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?
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Feel it, uh, yeah.
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It's World War nigga.
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It's like a deadly game.
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And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me?
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World War nigga.
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Check it.
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Feel the wrath of a soulja, the Crescent City Jesus
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I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
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To hit em, rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
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We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
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We got the town locked
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with underground stock around clock workers to serve us
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Responsible for many murders
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We left your town with all the gold pieces
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Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
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Pay the witnesses to hold they breath,
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Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec
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I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
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But I'm never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
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A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
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Keep supplier's name confidential
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The crooked cops started buckin' at us
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I made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
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I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
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Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
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The head shot took me under
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I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
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It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Johnny
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I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me
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They took a shot nearly blind me
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My eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
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I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley
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I'll be a memory, shit I ain't havin' it
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Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it
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Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
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I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value Jet
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I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet, they should have never said that
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My life came back, like some supernatural shit
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I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
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Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
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Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I'm a soulja
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You can't kill me, they said we'll see
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I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me
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I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
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You never see the Mac's assassination
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You motherfuckers.
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And that's how it is in 99.
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It's just World War against these motherfucking cops.
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Feel it.
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It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
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The niggas who unload first be the survivors
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The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
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I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
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It's the year twenty hundred, the devil's still running
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Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit
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You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin
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On top of that we living in New Orleans
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Yet I'm trying to make something shake
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The only thing between me and my cake is Fake Jake
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But it get trifer
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If I escape then its cool but if not,
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looking at a lifer, that's hard to cipher
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Cause I ain't trying to hear put no chip in my wrist
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I'd rather drink shit and eat piss, it's that serious
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So get the phone, call my nigga Joe
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Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store
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Should I die following my big collection of dough
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Tell my niggas that I didn't die poor you know
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| Old sucka John ass copper, trailing me |
