War Lyrics – UC MULA
Singer: UC MULA
Title: War
UC, Like Mula
These n#gg#s they know I’m the one
UC that sh#t huh
Like 8-6, 860
UC that sh#t huh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
f#ck dese n#gg#s they know I’m the hardest
Just look what I started
Brothers with me, yeah they always with me
Ready for war Like Marcus
This that sh#t and yeah we get into dat
Like what do these n#gg#s jack
Cuz you could get left on ya back
It’s no love it get gritty
Yeah n#gg# you could get ricky’d
Like six feet, it get heavy
Opps done b#tch I’m smoking deadies
It get deadly like nah, what? Oh they think it’s a song
But dat sh#t dat we on, u ain’t wit us move along
But f#ck that, why they keep ducking they tacos
Bullets too big it hit and leave a pot hole
Who dat came thru with that hot flow
Too many opps, that I do not know
What is wit n#gg#s they heavy on dick
Be real no explainin this sh#t, ain’t got time for the sh#t
Back out ya hands I’m a back out a blick
Cut throat n#gg# like blade in this sh#t
Ain’t no his saving his sh#t
Whole lotta Mula, Go ku wit the licks
I’m like Tank, mixed wit Floyd
And these hammers they getting deployed
f#ck all the talkin cuz we want it more and we uppin the score
Too many chops who really want war?
New opp cuz I’m bored, new whip, not a ford
Come to my block, and you get explored
Shots start hittin his is neck hit his chest and
It don’t no matter if he was invested
Stick up n#gg# the f#ck is a pension
Droppin my U you on need a C-section
Like Glaah, Glaah, Two twin chops I might flock at ya
Glaah, Glaah, Two twin chops I might flock at ya
In my city these n#gg#s outdated
f#cked with me one time she say I’m amazin’
For my city they know ima blaze sh#t
Bro got the .38 spinning like brady
Its no wonder my n#gg#s so shady, we get the drop and throw about eighty
And It’s UC that’s facts
Don’t try to run put the beam on his back
And no I’m not Chaz
Count up the guap and then plot the attack
For my set, put ’em all on the map
f#ck the b#tch, she call me her dad
Do the race I cannot be last, bro still buggin’ trynna catch a hat
And I said what I said, p#ss# #ss n#gg#s better show respect
I might boss for a check
Too much the Mula, gotta watch for feds
Did this sh#t for my self now all these b#tches wanna throw the neck
Turned to rapper, its not what I expected
But we still managing the checking’s
Tote hella guns, hella Smith & Wesson’s
Ops keep dying they ain’t learn they lesson
Like let’s talk all the facts
When I’m on outside they know ima blast
Smoking gas I get high like jetpack
Too much ZA be f#ckin’ up my head
Got me screaming that everything’s dead
We hit ’em once and duck off through the back
And the way I stretch money, fantastic
Bro started dumping n#gg#s ran like athletes
Like, that’s tuff, when you see us, better run
Too many Glocks and too many drums
We do a drill just for fun
Grrr, aye, n#gg#s know what time it is
Like UC, Like Mula, Like Hexxxy
CT stand the f#ck up
Drop my U its through
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