Released on March 30, 2004

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[Produced by Large Professor]


[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah


[Verse 1]

For niggas up in they mom's crib listenin'

To this unadulterated Nas shit, wishin' it was them

Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees

Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw

Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that

Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black

I want you to vision through my telescope, see the hell I wrote

It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package

And they was into dope back then

Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin and pimpin'

But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'

And did I mention millions because of lip poppin'

Trips expensive gift shoppin' whip drivin'

Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one

It's shockin' you thinkin' naw it's just rhymin'

But all this time it's like organized crimin'

For instance, there was a time when there was a line

Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in

The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper

Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya

The government watchin' all of those who thuggin' it

They wanna lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it

Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass

The shots ring out, whenever we clash, it's Star Wars


[Chorus]

We call it Star Wars

What happens when the shots ring out, Star Wars

We call it Star Wars


[Verse 2]

Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken

Catfish, no snails, simple nigga to please

Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks

She remembers Busy Bee battles when it was peace

Caught myself driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought

Niggas was raised off the shit I record

Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock

Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott La Rock in the jams

Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness

Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms

With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built

It's nothin' mother had a motherfucker

I don't think about it niggas talkin' there's a lot of gossip

That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects

Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? Yes

Do trees grow from a forest? MC's y'all are clitoris

Y'all niggas roll with any click that's winnin' any crew

Doin' whatever's trendy, even they envy me too

Ain't enough room in this town

What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns? Star Wars


[Chorus]

'Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars

'Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out


[Verse 3]

This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police

Not what you read in tabloid seats

These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it

Because the game was supposed to be sold, we live it

Came from the streets we the voice of the youth

America's nightmare was given a mic booth

Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars

Rappers not dependin' on your nine to five jobs

Entertainment, this is our world, this is our language

Different regions speakin' east and west gang shit

You got your positive shit like, Common Sense

But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube

Acknowledge the words get twisted at times, it's rules

What you think it's different from the block whenever we feud?

Fuck your pictures and your plaques, your tours and autographs

Don't trust bitches and niggas who tell you your all of that

'Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin' it's safe

To run in your release party sprayin' the place

Or catch you when you least on point, puttin' your keys in the door

Behind you with your seeds in KB Toys store

Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggas check you

"You 'gon let that nigga play you, you know we 'gon rep you"

Next mornin' every news channel and front page

Headlines another rapper was slayed, this is Star Wars