Declaration Of War lyrics

[Scarface]
It`s the return of the murderer, maniac madman
The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain`t found his arms though
It`s far from a record, I`m different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won`t hesitate to clap fools
Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin I`ma play games
You know who I`m wit, so I ain`t gotta say names
{*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew
Ain`t never had love for y`all, make me clap you
And it`s a done deal, don`t fuck with what the truth is
And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth`s here
it`s on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I`m not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day
hood nigga, I ain`t gotta show you what my life like
Cause you don`t persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain`t a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit

[Chorus]
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
to anybody, won`t discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it`s a warning
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

[Willie D]
Aight, let`s get serious
Fuck the rap game I`m the realest nigga, PERIOD
If you ain`t feelin me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I cain`t wait to kill one of you hoes
It`s on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don`t give a fuck about`cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out`cha
While your label only behind you greasin his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit
J ain`t shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked
Willie D is the nigga that`ll bloody your clothes
Don`t think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo` ass
in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

[Bushwick Bill]
Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest
in the back and mouth, let `em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty
and a plug of PCP, I`ll kill anybody
Bust him in the ass `til he`s still
I`m Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin to start shit, I ain`t scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I`ll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I`ll drop ya

[Chorus]