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Incredible War

Incredible War

(album: Death Note - 2010)

Uh, uh (Incredible)
Diss Beezy, body in lake placid
Spit rapid, bitch, I'm so savage
If a nigga want it I will let a nigga have it
What the fuck you talking 'bout? I got the right tactics
Bitch, quit (Bitch, quit) you on my shit list
Five-four of my goons to put your head on my hit list
Word around town I rip your whole clique defenseless
Every nigga in your fucking squad is a bitch-nigga
All y'all niggas stupid and dumb
Take the motherfucking machete and go and chop off your arm
Word around town I'm hot, go and ring the alarm
Every fucking song I did on, bitch, I'm dropping a bomb
Nigga, pistol to your momma mouth, please remain calm (Please remain calm)
Fuck your stupid-ass comments, all y'all clique remain dumb
Y'all niggas fucking with us, y'all bitch remain on
And a million-dollar soul and I still remain sung
So (Incredible)
Bitch, it's clearly evident, I'm too cocky and relevant
And too fucking intelligent, you niggas celibate (Celibate)
I'll kill y'all niggas, man, I don't fear y'all niggas
I'll disappear y'all niggas, chop off the ear y'all niggas
I can't hear y'all niggas (Can't hear y'all niggas)
Word around town my clique, man, we stack six figures (We stack six figures)
Word around town y'all niggas fake, ain't none real
Bitch, a chopper to your breath, is you niggas for real? (Is you niggas for real?)
What the fuck you talkin'? I spark up like a pop tart
S.O.D. Gang, we getting money like a yacht club
Which one of y'all can fuck with me?
I'm too fucking new and my jeans cost sixty
Man, I'm deep in the game, my empire with desire for
Each and every lame-ass rapper to retire
And when I hit the microphone I leave that shit on fire
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch, I swear you niggas fired now
Nigga, who's better? Please, tell me who's better
I'm in the fucking mall Hollister my sweater there
No one better there, no one clever
I'm changing they weather, can't hold like Mayweather, it's
When I leave the game I bet everybody miss me
My dick get hard when a pussy-nigga diss me
Bitch, whatever I'm ready for whatever, bitch
I'm ready for the pressure, bitch
Go and put it on my schedule, bitch
Bitch, and I'm not hesitant
Everybody think G stand for gangsta, bitch, that's growth and development
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, man, tell 'em where, tell 'em where the fuck the money at
Twenty million for the hell of it
Check the Gucci jeans, the pockets got a big bulge (Big bulge)
Check my name, the charts, I got a big buzz
Bullshit and ignorance I don't indulge
Soulja Boy ain't got no money, that's a insult
Say fuck me your career is over is the result
I give a fuck, that chopper gon' hit you, nigga, go ahead and buck
I see money, my eyes is green like Incredible Hulk
The choppers is popping, the bodies is dropping, the dollars is copping, incredible war

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