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The War Report

Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 6
Year: 1997

Halfway Thugs Lyrics - The War Report - Capone-n-noreaga

Word up son 

I did cause I had to discipline niggas, know what I'm sayin'? 

Eatin' like he live, he ain't live, word up 

Nobody can't eat if I can't, word up 

 

If I can't eat God, don't let nobody eat God 

You ain't live - I'll eat ya food kid 

I'll take your food, it's on 

It's on now word up 

 

'Cause he's a halfway - thug that he betray 

If you got locked that ass'd probably come home gay 

Smack, blood out ya mouth (what the fuck you say) 

Break your feeble ass down ('cause you ain't in my league) 

 

Yo, now ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black 

I used to peddle crack, you never sold drugs so stop frontin' 

I pushed the war button, you cold panicked 

Use tools to fix ya fucking face like a mechanic 

 

Dramatic, dynamic, and underhanded 

You say the shit that I say for so long I can't stand it 

The God bandit, erupt like volcano 

Shittin' lava, right on they armor, you blood(?) farmer 

 

What What? (??)Hasa, gato, nuto cuatro(??) 

Imbalance the scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline 

And open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in 

??? fuck a popa get smoked properly 

 

It ain't even got to be handed on record 

Just me and you, one on one, I'm only one 

Yo, the only one, ??? team alphabet 

Your power counterfeit, fraudulent, fraudulent yo 

 

Who's fascinated? I get highly lifted and upgraded 

You player hate it, bite me before I made it 

My opposition, competition ya code scratched 

Like gats without serial numbers that don't match 

 

CNN form, gang is called "Art of War" 

Yo you weak minded, dumb deaf the nigga blinded 

Left behind in, lost and found you can't find it 

John the Baptist, observe, mad water 

 

Surveillance my style, exile, feeble and fragile 

Not one crew, fuck you up like we do 

252 (25 to life kid) CNN will shoot right through 

Set it off (what) break you off, just like a big brick 

 

Top that shit, mix and contaminate it 

Navigate it, 2-5 the most hated 

My satellite will orbit in rap, planet's my oxygen 

We poppin' it, kick through door, do-rag and moccasin 

 

You can't stop, Lieutenant Arab 

Thirsty to have what you have 

Bust a new trade, Illuminati be the new age 

Masquerade courageous, loud and boisterous in three stages 

 

They try to get my Thunn twist in cages 

So get the word spread, spread it like love 

You halfway - thug nigga you betray 

Yo I used to hang around with y'all, cover ground with y'all 

 

Now I flip turn around and pull the pound on y'all 

Dissolve, that weak shit you thought just revolved 

Like the Earth at its axis, I got access to map this 

Pure blackness, yo attack this - blood sucker of the poor 

 

My power show and prove, livin' on the 5th floor 

We at war, with the foolish 

Get deducted, lose points, they can't do this 

Like I do this so what what, what what, what what, what what! 

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