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A Threat For War

You'll be fighting for life, scratching and gagging Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome Like somebody cut the neck of a

a clone, see weird Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo I do it for the cats in pits, and all

with it Talk jive with it, you take a dive with it Connive with it, depart and arrive with it Harsh thrive, that's why it's part I with it I did it, make rhymes in five minutes Mind of a Dennis, crimes of a

to a Hard Truth soldier spittin' I stay committed gives a fuck to die or lose commission It's all a part of fightin' devil state mind control And all about the battle for

wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission

to a form of a threat for my enemy Cypher's a circle that consists of a whole No beginning, no ends, no sides it's just a hole Like in an event I'm

I can make a promise right now to take your life West side, bustin' at you Terrorist threats, terrorist threats We got you niggas scared like a snitch at a

not fair Fuck, see 'em at the crossroads Wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz My man was a hell of a

or a mark or a gump Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump [Chorus] [Rhymefest] You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb A piece