6.4.06

WW3

What happens when you bring gangsta rappers from all the coasts n hoods together in one sublime track and video? Nothing man. It all remains the same. Still World War 3.


Snoop Dogg
[West Coast]


Uh, lets make this official
shine yo boots and load yo pistol
pull out yo best credentals cause this will
be the official for the ficticial

Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture, dig this,
When was the last time you seen me
posted up west coasted up coastin up, while sippin on some remix
Believe me it ain't easy been Diese
wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass fries
Man I couldnt remember what they told me
when I first came in the game thangs done changed

Eastside, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner
Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna
Get the best of you then fuck with ya n put this all up on ya!

Yung Wun
[Mid West]


This nigga wanna get got coming to my city
wit all that hot shit and his fake ass clit
I'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'm gone break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retarded
I'm a yung-on and down here bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here

I'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cocking and top popping
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

Scarface
[South side]


Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit my
Guerilla tactics guranteeing my enemy die
It's a worldwide army alert for all soliders

dont disrespect it, you dont disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halted
and time come for the beating up the bosses
Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply
well now im bout to stank these fools fool
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realizing they don't scare niggas like they thank they do

You fuck wit me, I got to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew


Jadakiss
[East Coast]


If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe
the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve, uh

Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
you know my style 20 niggas wit 40 Cals

Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route

I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
get shot in yo eyes and mouth
can't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowing pork
An don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to court
toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, uh



We ain't industry niggas
We in-the-streets niggas
We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what!



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