[Intro: M.O.P.]
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Hahahahahaha
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Now it's about to be talked about
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[Afu-Ra]
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You're gettin slapped by my grammar
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Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
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I'm under cover, make moves like no other
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In dark alleys, you're gettin opened from your belly
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I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna skelly
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I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be
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Mashin out crews of bad dudes for nothin
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Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, I show 'em somethin
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A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear
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I'm scrubbin down, this hip hop shit's infested
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Too many niggas sexin the mic, they not protected
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Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested
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The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic
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Cause M.O.P. and Afu-Ra, shits bionic
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[Chorus]
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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[Lil Fame]
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Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on
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It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long
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Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is
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It's that back yard bangin shit, that I rocked for the kids
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Clack clack, move son I got nothin to lose son
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There's a million and one ways to die, choose one
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Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass
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I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass
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Now Afu-Ra split em in half with the sword
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You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board
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Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee
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We live and direct from New York City
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I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon
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Stop yappin with ya dick in your hand, and start steppin
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Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
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This is war here, and we gettin it on all year, biatch
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[Chorus]
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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[Billy Danze]
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Let's take a trip down burner bark lane
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Where the innocent get slain
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And what you will visualize will ruin your brain
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A lot a blood sweat & tears, pain
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Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does his muthafuckin thing
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Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit up on you
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And put two under your hat
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and as you lay flat, just another nigga whacked
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Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back
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And your outta here, lights out, game over
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You said you wanted to live life as a soldier
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I told ya, we gon' shake the grounds, a lot of ups and downs
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We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off rhymes
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And of course we have emotions inside, yeah
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That's just some shit that we been trained to hide
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You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow
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Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin talk show, this is
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[Chorus]
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
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[Outro]
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Fire!!
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Warfare
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Afu-Ra |