War, war, war! Talkin' bout y'all's such a bore, I'd rather talk about moi!
Do you know the cost of A.K.'s up in Africa? 20 dollars ain't shit to you, But that's how much they are Of course they gonna use it to kill a little da
Is those diamonds Helpin' ya? Don't you like my bandanna? My stains hang low On my shirts like ayayay Monkey brains and banana I'll hit you with my antenna I put soap in my eye Make it red so I look raaa!
Ra ra So I woke up with my holy Koran And found out I like Cadillac So we shooting 'til the song is up Little boys are acting up Baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all aroound Cracking up We goat rich, we fry Price of living in a shanty teem Just seem to be high, We still like T.I We still look fly Dancin' as we shootin' up, And lootin' just to get by.
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself: "Where is my mind?"
War, war, war! Who made me like this? Was it me and God in co-production? My devil's on speed dial Every time I take the wrong direction.
All I want is one thing, and that is what you got. Sometimes I go lose my mind and then I feel numb.
There's twenty four hours in a day I used to split it eight-eight-eight Eight work Eight sleep Eight for play Now I give it all it takes.
People on the Internet A new life for the intellect People judge me so hard 'Cause I don't floss my titty set (?!) I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all that blurt I put people on a map that never seen a map I show 'em somethin' that they've never seen And hope they make it back