Artist: JoJo Pellegrino f/ Lounge Lo Album: Forget About It Song: If It's War Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Lounge Lo] It's a great world man, word, it's a great world Great Killa Stapletiller, Staten Island, Pellegrino, is you with me baby [Chorus 2X: JoJo Pellegrino (Prodigy sample)] If it's war pull your sons up Beef, put your guns up Money, put your funds up Cake, get your crumbs up Beats, slow the drums up Battle, put your ones up (I rap like noone out there can fuck with me) [JoJo Pellegrino] Facing him? You safer using ATM out in Stapleton at Eight PM I'm sharper than a grey BM MCs, I pray for them, loose leaks get sprayed with pens Every paragraph be laced with gems Lyrical bullets blaze amends, Jo flow rediculous Subtract these rap cats with complex arithmatics Aim for the bulls eye, trying to throw darts Written grenades will knock you out your shoes and both socks If rhyme was crime, I'd be deep in the system And I'ma blow like marked targets, put my keys ignitions Leaving them twitching, enemies I seek and I twist them Leave them bleeding and spitting in the fetal position While I walk dogs, dodging cops and devious chickens My competition listen like I got their fees for a living Listen, I'm pulling sweet darts out your evilest visions Biting my recipe, you burn from the heat in the kitchen In this cold world, hot heads are freezing in prison So I corse and send a piece to them sticking, cheeks that I'm kissing Fake thugs play at night out from day slugs On broad street in broad day, in front of broads that say stuff I floss ghetto style, half and half, straight mud You soft in the gut like state puff I'm from South Shore, outlaw, moving piezones, stay buggin You get scrapped up steppin without your boots laced up [Chorus 2X] [JoJo Pellegrino] Come on kid, you know this shit's real, cus rhymes equall actual life I'm naturally nice, taking this game of rap to new heights You an actor, let's do this shit in front of cameras and lights And I'ma show you how the boys up on my avenue fight JoJo flow for MCs who battle with mics And straight dogs up on the block search your animal rights Golden skin tone, the parrell is tight Armed with a tattoo of Christ, you fronting like your attitude's tight Never mind them cats that shoot dice, I'd rather do heists Choking your CEO like "Listen, I ain't asking you twice" You crash dummies better buckle up and fasten up tight Or catch you a flight, I'm sending Uncle Frank with them kites I'm laid back, casual type, watch mcs rap about ice And sell dick cause their album was hype I'm spitting half of my life, throw darts you couldn't even imagine to write And I ain't stopping till my capitol's right Fuck the fame, I want cars, kids, a mansion and wife I'm low key like the cops when they pass through at night I made it this far by following my parent's advice And polishing jewels, seeing big wigs, cherish life [Interlude: Lounge Lo (Prodigy sample)] Yeah yeah, whylla beneen, style underneath me Pellegrino baby, Staten Island baby, South Shore, North Shore, we killing it baby Do it again [Chorus 3X]