All is fair in lovin war, welcome to my reservoir.
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You wanna go to war? I take ya to war, okay?
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See mang you got a whole lotta rappers talkin a whole lotta shit mang.
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You know what I'm saying mang?
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But they don't want no war, they don't want no war, they don't want no war with us mang, 360 mang, they don't want no fucking war with us mang.
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oooohhhh ahhhhhhhh!
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[Verse 1]
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I'm on file, my families on trial
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My life is fucked up
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That's why I don't smile
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I seem so hostile
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Extremely stressed out
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But shit I'm going through
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Would have stressed the best out, no doubt
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Pour out some of that Cavasia
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For the homeboys that passed away
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Damn, seems like yesterday
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Lifes to short to proscrastinate
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Can't evade fate, you dying boy
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Go out like a man, quit crying boy
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Money and weed, things I enjoy
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Mess with either one of them and get deystroyed
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Like catfish we bottom dwellers
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Like the Vanderbilts and the Rockafellers
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360 straight stack that chedda
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Pray pretty good, Stak Mak better
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[Chorus]
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New that this would be the beginning of a war
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But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
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Be in your record store, take in your clientele
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I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell
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[Verse 2]
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(Full circle) 360 degrees
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Let it be known that I'm addicted to weed
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I do what I gotta do to get what I need
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Like a razor blade, ya play with me and ya bleed
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Indeed, my enemies envy me
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If life's a game I'm the MVP
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Tennessee drops bombs on the industry
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Stak busts shots at you lyrically
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Used to be flat broke
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But I'm filthy rich
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Ya'll hating motha fuckas straight kill me bitch
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Talk shit about thug-360
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Be up on the dick everywhere we go
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Better notify your next of KIN
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Bringing in the work like a Mexican
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Some of ya'll fake like wrestling
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Hovering in the game like you espy pen [?]
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[Chorus]
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New that this would be the beginning of a war
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But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
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Be in your record store, take in your clientele
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I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell
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[Verse 3]
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Mic check mic check
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Stak the mic slaughterer
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I ain't even tryin to be the most popular
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My entorouge known to power photographers
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Got a telescope cuz you cant see us with binoculars
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Marijuana, gonna need the pressure that I'm under
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Make it hotter than a suana
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Fill the water with parana
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All this add up
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Make me go bananas
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Handle my business like Antonio Banderas
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Pan-handle all to Atlanta
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Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana
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We got beer, produce big bank
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Original shit like iced out tanks
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Us down south players
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Be making you think
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When we creep off in yo head like some real good dank
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I'm big Stak Mak from the 360
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Kicking in doors
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Which way did he go
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[Chorus]
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New that this would be the beginning of a war
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But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
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Be in your record store, take in your clientele
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I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell
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Knew that this would be the, beginning of a warrrrrrrrrrrr
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But I'm kickin in this door [gun shots]
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Go 2 War
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Haystak |