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War Makes Men Mad

wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical

Jason Casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men And we single-handedly

snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2] [Beanie Siegel

nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake neighbors for acres I'd murder you, I'd gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical

fridged Don't get mad 'cause we lived it As our dog we don't trouble you Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too Y'all make me sick Renegade

at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit Now it's been written that all men

and hombres I'm sick of all this shit Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin' frequencies Speakin' about operatin' frequently With keys from Colombians and Dominicans You silly men

fucking with those veterans They told the men shut down his body now we back again With about 10 plates to make you vomit in your own hands You and all men

right? It's all right We gonna take it to the top We're gonna make your body rock And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop