[Intro: Stoneda5th]
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Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
(ππ―π¨π¦π π©π¦π’π·π¦π―-π΄π¦π―π΅) Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody
[Chorus: Stoneda5th]
Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody
[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
On the Gram, niggas subbing, step in the field
Frozen wit' his blammer, that's what got him smoked
Wrestling for his jewelry, that what got him choked
Rollers hit the lights, then we gotta go
Mind on my pape', if she won't fuck, I can't cuff, she a ho
See them niggas from that sidΠ΅ up the pole then you blow
Nigga tucking tails, but thΠ΅se bodies on floors
My big homie don't crack no jokes 'cause life ain't a game
Posted on the ave' wit' goons and apes
First nigga say, "Webbs," send shots, then we scrape
Walk up on him, do it personally, his mama in pain
Momma told me, "Streets no love," I was running the streets
Pillow talking, don't trust it if you ain't hear it from me
Grew up in the trenches, know some niggas that's killing for free
Shots came out the chop, he did a backflip
Shots from the chop, he landed on his feet
Paranoid, watch when I walk, don't know who around me
Back to back walking in shackles wit' my crimey
But the Glock inside the stash, they get behind me
All these diamonds on my left wrist is blinding me
Looking for myself them demons found me
[?] back to back, that's on Dorner Crip you wasn't wit' me
Fifty beefin' wit' niggas that was 50
Can't trust my main man, he might steal from me
[Chorus: Stoneda5th]
Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody
Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody
[Verse 2: Remble]
They might talk crazy on the 'net, but they won't step to me
A little grimey nigga with an automatic weaponry
Infant from the 8th, but you gon' see him throw up 2nd Street
Rest in peace the Ruler, introduced me to the industry
Free my muthafucking daddy, prolly booked you for yo' Starter jacket
They do my little dance like I'm not the one who started that
Knew you were a liar way before you even started capping
Creeping from the 70's, my blue rag is like an artifact
I wonder how you'd turn out if you had to step in my shoes
My trigger finger's been itching since I was in high school
Wonder how you'd manage dealing with the shit that I've seen
My grimeys will turn your hood into a crime scene
My Dodgers will make your hood look like a playground
Down Crip Ave. with a hundred in the Sprayground
Only reason don't complete the mission if the jakes out
You don't get him it don't count, it's Remble
[Chorus: Stoneda5th]
Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody
Niggas don't want war
Niggas don't want war, we gon' kill him
Head taps for yo' dog, come and step something, we ain't even care about him
Bro a madman, off of perc he beef wit' anybody