Declaration Of War Lyrics - Geto Boys

It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman 

Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag 

The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad 

Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag 

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe 

Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though 

It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes 

A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools 

Ski mask you come up to where you lay at 

Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at 

The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games 

You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names 

You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew 

Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you 

And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is 

Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here 

It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens 

Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan 

I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say 

Fuck what video do, but this is all day 

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 

'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike 

I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is 

I was bred born and raised in this true shit 

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor 

And then they finally come to grips that this can happen 

To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this 

Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish 

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' 

Follow the leader but be aware your opponent 

Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at 

And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that 

Aight, let's get serious 

Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period 

If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes 

Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes 

It's on if you got beef 

You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete 

Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha 

If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha 

While your label only behind you greasin' his dick 

Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit 

J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks 

The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked 

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes 

Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" 

I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass 

In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth 

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest 

In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off 

Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty 

And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody 

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still 

I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel 

A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' 

Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn 

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy 

Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy 

Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya 

Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya 

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor 

And then they finally come to grips that this can happen 

To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this 

Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish 

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' 

Follow the leader but be aware your opponent 

Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at 

And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that