Go 2 War

(álbum: Mak Million - 1998)

All is fair in lovin war, welcome to my reservoir.
You wanna go to war? I take ya to war, okay?
See mang you got a whole lotta rappers talkin a whole lotta shit mang.
You know what I'm saying mang?
But they don't want no war, they don't want no war, they don't want no war with us mang, 360 mang, they don't want no fucking war with us mang.
oooohhhh ahhhhhhhh!

[Verse 1]
I'm on file, my families on trial
My life is fucked up
That's why I don't smile
I seem so hostile
Extremely stressed out
But shit I'm going through
Would have stressed the best out, no doubt
Pour out some of that Cavasia
For the homeboys that passed away
Damn, seems like yesterday
Lifes to short to proscrastinate
Can't evade fate, you dying boy
Go out like a man, quit crying boy
Money and weed, things I enjoy
Mess with either one of them and get deystroyed
Like catfish we bottom dwellers
Like the Vanderbilts and the Rockafellers
360 straight stack that chedda
Pray pretty good, Stak Mak better

[Chorus]
New that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
Be in your record store, take in your clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell

[Verse 2]
(Full circle) 360 degrees
Let it be known that I'm addicted to weed
I do what I gotta do to get what I need
Like a razor blade, ya play with me and ya bleed
Indeed, my enemies envy me
If life's a game I'm the MVP
Tennessee drops bombs on the industry
Stak busts shots at you lyrically
Used to be flat broke
But I'm filthy rich
Ya'll hating motha fuckas straight kill me bitch
Talk shit about thug-360
Be up on the dick everywhere we go
Better notify your next of KIN
Bringing in the work like a Mexican
Some of ya'll fake like wrestling
Hovering in the game like you espy pen [?]

[Chorus]
New that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
Be in your record store, take in your clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell

[Verse 3]
Mic check mic check
Stak the mic slaughterer
I ain't even tryin to be the most popular
My entorouge known to power photographers
Got a telescope cuz you cant see us with binoculars
Marijuana, gonna need the pressure that I'm under
Make it hotter than a suana
Fill the water with parana
All this add up
Make me go bananas
Handle my business like Antonio Banderas
Pan-handle all to Atlanta
Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana
We got beer, produce big bank
Original shit like iced out tanks
Us down south players
Be making you think
When we creep off in yo head like some real good dank
I'm big Stak Mak from the 360
Kicking in doors
Which way did he go

[Chorus]
New that this would be the beginning of a war
But nothings keeping me from kicking in your door
Be in your record store, take in your clientele
I know you wanna stop us, but there ain't no way in hell

Knew that this would be the, beginning of a warrrrrrrrrrrr
But I'm kickin in this door [gun shots]