Bring It On

Oh
Hey, yo, Swiss
What's up?
I told you, baby, this, the one right here
This is the one
Sheek Louch
Oh my god
Yo, yo, yo, ay, yo

[Chorus: x2]
Hey, yo, y'all niggas want war?
Bring it on, c'mon
Y'all want war with Sheek?
Bring it on, c'mon
Y'all tryin' to stop how I eat?
Bring it on, c'mon
Bring it on, c'mon
Bring it on, c'mon

Yo, how you gon' talk shit when you soft as pudding
Knowing the work that these real thugs put in
We too legit
Let me hear you rap something 'bout us
I'm a break the hands of the man who wrote your shit
We take minks off backs
Them grimy niggas in clubs that make niggas walk
With them bodyguard cats
I'm glad I'm free
I feel like Harriet Tubman came and got me
From the white man property
It's all glitz and glitter, but no cash you getting
You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spittin'
Double R
That's street shit, and that's the way it has to be
Myself, Sheek Louch, and I'm still MTV
I can talk about guns
Go out, smack some nuns
Then flip and do a song with country music and shit
Don't ever play LOX for no fucking retard
'Cause your dough ain't that long that you can't see God
Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god
They know we spit that shit, so they respect our sound
They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down
Here, that's that shit right there
I swear from Yonkers, motherfucker
We'll bust in the air
Ain't nobody killin' clouds over here
Respect us
You bleed how we bleed
We bust how you bust
Yo, Swiss, help me out
Sing this chorus for us
C'mon

[Chorus: x2]

Hey, yo, this here is for them cats that wild nonstop
Can't dance, just play the club and bop
No respect for the law
Fuck security, son
'Cause you big; that ain't stopping me from bustin' my gun
It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink
It's also a fact that your vest only protectin' your chest
You ain't think about your head when you was talkin' that mess
Or this knife
Across your face; scar you for life
Now do you really want to rock that ice?
Heh heh
Do your security really love your life
Or do they just want their check?
You think they gon' take one in the neck
For a nigga with no respect
For his crew
Man, we don't wear half on Chinese food
Slept in the same bed
Same chick gave us head
Brothers, and we ain't gon' stop till we all dead
Ain't shit gon' change
Just the dough gon' change
Fuck a Bentley
I'm good with a rubber-band-colored Range
I empty a clip at you
You send nothing in exchange
Y'all niggas mad soft
No heart, all brains
But what's smart when a dumb-dumb burst your heart?
I'm done now, but first hold up, hold your applause
I got one question to ask y'all: do y'all niggas want war?

[Chorus: x6]