Artist: Apocalipps Album: The Get Right Song: War Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Apocalipps] Lets go Lets go Lets go Yo, Yo [Chorus: Apocalipps] Yo there's a war going on outside, Nigga it's on War, You choose sides I'm rollin with Desert Storm Don't ever turn us down, Let the system keep pumpin Cause my rap productions, Is like weapons of mass destructions [Apocalipps] When I was locked up I was starvin, They called me the Chow King But I kept a sharp banger real long like Yao Ming And it's often my style change, When it's north then I'm Shaolang Niggas lust to hear these lyrics then run with the foul slang If it's on, I'll bang, If it's not, Go browsing Not Atlanta but God damnit the Hawk is a loud thing I rap propane stand down I spit fire at this Road Island club then the whole shit burnt down Now all the fire fighters hate my ass, And all the playa haters hate my ass But I'ma make my cash,I say fuck it Ma, Shake that ass I started fuckin Betty Crocker now my cake come fast And if I can't get your legs nigga ya head get clapped I'm in the store makin sales by the potato chip racks Get your prices and your scales because I'm right on the Ave All my street terrorists with crack bombs in they ass Cock the AK, Apocalipps my AKA I got a Black Panther slug for you KKKs From back in the days, Yall cats move to the back when we bang Masters of slang, Shots message the back of your brain And I can't see myself gettin hacky-yacked for my chain Cause I be chillin with the Big Daddy gat and the Caine No half step-aine, I'm half normal half insane I run with bitter ex-cons that love smashin lames But it's war now so lace your boots up, Call your troops up Lock and load, To many niggas to shoot up Cats be frail, If we got beef clap me well Cause I'ma come back like a little black rat female Gat we avail, My mack injure Pax V-12s I run with Ruthless ass niggas that'll clap females Don't ever fuck with envy, I'll leave you murked on the pave You beach niggas I could let a slug surf on your waves Some niggas go star struck, Then confuse it with luck Your album aint hot, But it's not bad for five bucks [Chorus]