War Zone (a cappella) Songtext
von Black Moon

TNT motherfucker, booyah!
What, yeah
This is what you get when you get this shit
This is what you get
This is what you get in the war zone
Motherfucker load your arms up
The war is on, in the war zone
The war is on, load your arms up
Fire one nigga, booyah!

Got a call one late night from my nigga Thor
Telling me Buckshot get ready prepare for war
On the streets, I peep ′em in the swarm technique

So, me and my people swarm with heat
When it's beef rule number one is don′t panic


In a situation where niggas got automatics
And they busting off, I'm about to toss a couple of shots
And bust back at niggas in parking lots
Even though it's dark, I know they coming for me
Slowly like a slow leak, what a dummy
Is you gon′ bust, or is you gon′ hesitate
Go on hesitate, my niggas bust and never wait
Nigga it's on, the war zone set to be loose
In a couple of minutes put the gun inside your goose

Jersey, warning
Poisonous black smoke pouring in from Jersey marshes
Reaches South Street

Take a closer look at who you see
No it′s not a mirage it's the 5FT

Finally, here to make my mark
Rising out of the dark in my fatigue
With the Dutch, sparked, still not giving a fuck
Pulling the can to make you do a sommy to a tuck

What now? Your funeral parlor is packed
Everybody dressed in all black
All your peoples ready to react
But they not ready for war
Another rest in peace I bless you
Your man′s name on the sidewalk
Last man stands, last man to make the calls
First man plans, first man to stand and brawl
And plus I'm aiming at y′all

Forever bringing in the dominance at five foot tall, the law


At least forty people including six state troopers lie dead

Through the dusty wind, I must be in
At night moving quickly on a new mission
Cold-hearted motherfuckers started acting up
Wanna step the buck, don't duck and get my face cut
For what? A couple of props
Niggas wanted a couple of shots
Now dead off the whole block

And put the static up another notch
And peep them fake niggas by the flocks
They never bust Glocks, they front first
Before my niggas ask you what you want first we bust first
Too many niggas thirst

Streets aim at me, bitches throw game at me
It's a war inside my head but I stay nappy
In my mindset, set to blow
′Cause if the streets is watching, I′ma let the streets know
I live by the rule, the rule that regulate the street survival

Live by the street bible
Guerrilla tactics, move strictly through the trees

Fucking up the head of my enemies

Hey, call off of P-Block

And I wanna give a shout out to my man, uh, Sham Sham
He's up north, he holding it down representing know what I′m saying
And all my peoples out here street hustling
Yo shut up nigga, yo nigga chill man
Yo shut up nigga, yo ayo
Um I wanna give a shout out to my baby moms
Yo my baby moms, yo stop hassling me man
I know the check is late but you know what I'm saying

But niggas got, niggas gotta do what he gotta do know what I′m saying
Ayo, yo shout out niggas watching Smacks