I Need War Lyrics - Singles - Hustle Gang

T.I.P & Young Thugga nigga 

Yeah you know T.I. a Thugga nigga 

Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings 

Watches and the chains 

Yo future my past 

I shoot you ho ass 

Just like a bitch I will do yo ho ass 

My Mac-10 is intergalactic what crackin' 

You looking for action I"ll Pluto your ass 

Lookin' fo' some trouble what it do nigga 

I'on' really need but a few of them 

And for the most part I'm a cool nigga 

But I'll stuff a mud hole into you nigga 

Check it 

The ho shit you kick I am not with it 

You pull it on them I'ma mind my business 

Butcha come in my yard disregard my gangsta 

Well I aim that banger 

Nigga find out then I put his ass in a box on timeout 

For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out 

You was talking all that shit now whatchu crying about 

When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme about nigga 

Say you did what? Whatchu lying about nigga 

I'm a front street nigga you a wannabe nigga 

Everybody know you don't want none of me nigga 

Armageddon for you what it gonna be nigga, hey 

All I gotta do is make my plan 

All the motherfucking games I don't play my man 

If I slap his ass now in the mouth 

Bet next time I see 'im pussy nigga try to shake my hand 

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Pull-up shootin' out the Avalanche 

Every since I counted blue cheese 

I ain't liking ranch 

I done sold a hundred thousand Benjamins like I got a plan 

Hey-eey 

Let me see your hands 

If you feel like you the man 

I want war nigga 

(Pull-up, Pull-up, Pull-up) 

I need war nigga 

Shoot I need some war 

Hey 

I swear to, I need some war 

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Pull-up in a car 

Two hundred stars 

(What you shooting nigga?) 

AK, no handgun 

Uh 

Man 

Goddamn Goddamn 

Pullin' up in the Lamb' 

Clap that bitch and go ham 

Damn, pull-up to the spot 

Shoot a nigga man, damn 

Catch a nigga down be' rob em for they yam 

Catch me on the block Young Thugg got grams 

Nig got K's on K's, on shooters 

Pull-up shootin' out the Avalanche 

Every since I counted blue cheese 

I ain't liking ranch 

I done sold a hundred thousand Benjamins like I got a plan 

Hey-eey 

Let me see your hands 

If you feel like you the man 

I want war nigga 

(Pull-up, Pull-up, Pull-up) 

I need war nigga 

Shoot I need some war 

Hey 

I swear to, I need some war 

I swear to fucking god man 

Hey man, I'm ready 

Hey look man, I'm ready to cash out 

Hey man, nigga, diamonds to dog shit 

Nigga, you don't get rich, nigga, next three years 

Nigga, I swear to God, nigga 

You show me a ten-million dollar tax return 

I'll give you ten million dollars 

Three years man! Bitch ass