Secretz of War
Album: Still I Rise
Release Date: 12/14/99
Label: Interscope Records
Explicit version of "Secretz of War" lyrics
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
War Time
War Time
Outlawz be on a grind
And ride on em'
Set it straight
Wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate
Ya'll niggaz were here to go
If you know it was good for ya
Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed
Nigga what?
It was cool? and at you?
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die
Split the pie with the homie
Any nigga splippin'
We all links in the chain
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yourz
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
As I approach the scene
Got my eyes closed
I make em' die froze
Watch me make em' bleed
Lord help me wit'it
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket
Help me get'it
See me and pray for options
But the pressures nonstop
Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
And watch they body drop
I'm a lethal threat
Flash on
Do it for profit
If you ain't screamin' WestSide
I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
Got me hearin' screamin'
Scared to go to sleep
Probably be punished for it
I live the life of a thug nigga
Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor
I got some s*** that they ain't ready for (What you got?)
I got the Secretz of War
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
We do this thug life s***
Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)
Squeeze the lead off
Signal all the other outlawz to get this s*** set off
Yaki Kadafi
These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer
Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons
Ya'll
Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me
Doin' my dirt
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
We check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug s*** is in us
Flowin' through my system
Blunts
It's us against them
You got some heat? Pull it out
C*** the hammer if you wit' it
No difference here
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae
This s*** is flaky
Scared to face me
Pull me up on game
Once I suck my money muscle
Movin' s*** like a dollar
Turn a killa like Kadafi
You either ride wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
Bring it on
And all you lil' young ass souljahs
You play this s*** back about fifteen times
You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these b****** a lil' somethin'
Secretz of muthafuckin' War
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