Wargames Phase I

Lyrics for Wargames Phase I

Ah yeah, what up, fool? I got my nigga MC Black in this junt, what up, Black? What's up, mane? Not shit, mane, I got somethin' to tell y'all fools, mane What's up, mane? Guess what, my nigga What's up? It was a gang fight Jeter Projects and Fowler Homes A battlefield, or better yet, a warzone We met up in Jeter, I was a leader in condition Open up the trunk, discharged the ammunition, mane Parents wavin' like we goin' to the army Bullet proof vest on my chest, you couldn't harm me With my heart built like a thousand soldiers Throwin' grenades, and they droppin' like boulders Benzo, I had my Cadillac chromed Pulled up in the projects and loaded the tone It was quiet, different, no one was out playin' I held my Uzi, ready to do a little sprayin' Somebody came out, I shot and missed the sucka I screamed out loud, and said "Shoot the mothafucka!" Bullets broke out, me and my boys hit the ground A sawed off 12 gauge, the double barrel sound So we took them cars away to the dead end They touch my car, Black, I'm gonna unleash the MAC-10 Bailed for our lives, we vamped the scene Ran through the projects, it was a different thing Dope dealers everywhere, gettin' busted by narcs Them fools tryin' to start static, said I had some rocks Then they chased me, I ran straight for the sewer Should I just stop? Yeah, my mind wasn't sure They started shootin', I just had to stop .33 Winchester trigger-happy buckshots I proceeded, he slammed my face in the sewer water Should I call my boys? Yeah, maybe I oughta He jumped off my back, I climbed out and said "Show time" Told my boys the narc, "Please shoot him one time" I kept goin' on a mission to find the leader I screamed out loud and said "I'm the one from Jeter" He walked to the back, I saw garbage cans They had fire comin' out, bums warmin' their hands And on the other side, they was havin' a crap game Niggas had his trunk open sellin' some cocaine There was two more, or three, I believe They were lyin' on down and each sold weed I saw the leader, and his name was Snap Doodoo brown snow suit, suede FILA skull cap I said: "Snap, mane, where are your boys? They played out" He snapped his finger, every last one came out I yelled "The streets ain't big enough for both of us Somebody's goin' down, and I know that it's not us" We blast, they had no choice, they ran I grabbed three and burned them in the garbage can Now they runnin' through the projects like a track star I had him point blank range, but then he jumped in the car He made a U turn, then he tried to run over me I jumped on the windshield, he cut the wipers on me He rolled through the forest, trees poppin' my face He got out of the car, it was a different case He fought pound for pound, then that nigga got clowned Then all of a sudden, I heard a sound It was a .38, it went off in his pocket He died like Notre Dame and the bullet was a rocket I got back in the car, blood drippin' from my deuce I turned back and went to pick up my crew We got the cars, and headed back to the base I hugged my kids, with a smile on my face I could barely stand up, I said "Peace and glory" And believe me, this is based on a true story Yeah waddup fool, yeah like I said Black mane, this was on my mind today pimp You know, let me know what's on yours, you know I finna kick back and sip this brew you know I'm sayin' Damn fresh in my leather seat, packed with the .380 Smokin' on a mac blunt, yes we [?] Swangin' them thangs, a young black nigga was drank That kill a sucker in minute so you best [?] Got the .45 to your temple, pop the trunk like Jack B Nimble Fucking up your mind cause the niggas I'm packin' jump The figure of a bullet to your punk ass is [?] Never try to cry around me, MC Black is gettin' rowdy On a punk sucker who think they wanna try me A heavy ass nigga, the peak and pimpology Yeah fool wassup we're kickin it In this stereo, you know I'm sayin 4 Corners in the house, Pimpin Ville that is You know I'm sayin, Tommy Wright in his house Now you hear me, naw you don't Know I'm sayin' my nigga X-Rated Al up in this motherfucker you know I'm sayin You know, Tommy let's get up out of this motherfucker