Lil Wayne – You Want War (feat. Turk) Lyrics

You Want War

Lil Wayne (feat. Turk)

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"You Want War." - Lil Wayne (feat. Turk)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:29 pm

Album: Tha Block Is Hot

Track No: 17

Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Peep me out, look
Head busting, black fatigues
So blunted, four hundred degrees, it's sweet
****, respect me
When you see the left hand bugging, ****, respect it
But if you see the left hand busting, you're disrespecting
Took one to the chest, I never die, I'm the same brother
Jump out and shoot K's, let em fly, I'm the same brother
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brother
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a **** block fry again
Go to jail and do life, not five to ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's man, fam
My **** don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About chu, cause we don't play around
Bring the K around, spray the town, take the ground
Take the ground that you walk on
Tap the phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with the sawed off
And your **** just watch your head fall off, fall off
You think you love me, I shoot anybody
That look suspicious
I bust the three-six until the damn drum bust, what
I hit the hood, be up in all black, all black
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standing there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
You want war, ****, let's beef, beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to the streets, streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air, leave you burning like heat
What ya know, I'm the one from the TC
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G, any G
On fire, ****, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you, killing your family, family
Think it's a game, realla test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V, 6V
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, ****, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from Meekos in Tennessee
Better ask somebody, ****, I been a G
And baby still serving **** for ten a key, ****
Aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil **** with that roll full of diamonds
Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire
Fine, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that ain't my problem
Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Ch-uh, chop him
Put the flame to him
All of a sudden the thing hits straight through him
Cause I'm the same **** pimper, boy, Lil Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I used to be, doing the best at things
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them **** jealous of the sparkle in my necklace
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll ain't ready

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