Testo War - King Von
Testo della canzone War (King Von), tratta dall'album What It Means To Be King
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Nigga I'll be damned (who?) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet
Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week (shit)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (damn, damn)
I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?)
Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now
All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout
God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)
Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn), my name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?)
Niggas actin' tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two pallets
Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (uh-huh), out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)
Would've bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet
Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)
I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now
All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout
God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)
Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh), rob you, ain't shit you gon' do 'bout it (uh-huh)
My lil' bitch want a new body (what?), my bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah)
I'm goin' Scotty like too hotty (yeah), you gettin' shot if you too cocky (what?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey, and you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn
Run out (yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (uh-huh)
We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun)
Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (what?) it was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet
Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)
I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now
All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout
God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Darrel Jackson
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