Feud Is On
COZ
GENRE
[Intro]
Mmm
Okay
From here on not a mothafuckin thang goes down
Unless we involved
From Oakland, C.A. to 5th ward Texas
Try to get our hands on shit
Peace to the niggas in the O
P-Ville and the village
This my hood the nickel 5th ward Texas
Lil J the originator of the rap-a-lot family
One love
It's a lot of niggas sleepin in this here game
But Cōz ain't and I damn sho' ain't
So lay it down niggas
A new era is about to begin
A new king commeth
So hear ye hear ye mothafuckas
This is our turn
*Evil laughter*
[Verse 1: Cōz]
What what man I can't stop these bloody nightmares
A nigga's hittin' the flow, sendin' 'em off to see the wiz
Lеavin' buckshots is in his deck rows (Ho's)
Yeah I said it (ho's) You nevеr knew what hit ya, split ya
All you know is we got wit' ya (Yeah)
Would you wanna party with a power [?]
I'm full of the dank, watchin' you walk the plank
While the sharks awaiting [?]
And since you know I'm against the realness
It's ridiculous see, .380 to ya fuckin' head as your lungs stop breathin'
Now we even it's the mothafuckin' terror like Wes Craven
My style leave grey hair and mothafuckas chest cave in
You better run mothafucker as I flex
What's next nigga? What's up nigga? I got blood on yo' Hilfiger
How the fuck yo figure? That we ain't got no nuts?
We nathin' but pirates ready to raid yo bitch ass up
[Chorus]
In my hood just [?]
Swisher smokin' sets me free
Every time I inhale like
Still I feel free
[Verse 2: Cōz]
Yeah so when you enter, nigga enter at ya own risk
You bitch made, you can't fade turn the blade on ya' own ribs
Ain't no shootin' scapes too many niggas up in the ditch
For you to be cappin' and blap me, yo' dick sucka like a bitch
So potna, quick 'for you get yo head blown
We aggravated wit' this shit 'cause the feud is on
[Verse 3: Poppa LQ & CJ Mac & Both]
(Nowadays) Two killers, two Glocks and fo' clips
Meaning every killer got clips a piece
And the L.A. police is hotter than fiench frie grease
But that ain't mean the retaliation is gonna cease
Never will I, chill I, feel I got much mo' heart than that
I got the heart to strap unless the motherfucker live to spurt
Need not ask shit, loc' I'm blastin first
Now they first mistake was they knew it was a feud and
They was in violation when they pulled inside that circus
No fear is shown when the gats discharge
We got niggas runnin' burnin' they soles up out they all stars
I takes my time when I bust, bust me a u and come back if I must
Trust me I'm not leavin' I won't' be grievin'
I won't stop bustin' 'til niggas stop breathin'
'Cause we ain't givin' y'all no passes, these streets are too drastic
Fully automatics and mamas buyin' caskets
It's straight terror when the west side roam
So take cover motherfucka 'cause the mothafuckin' feud is on
Mmm
Okay
From here on not a mothafuckin thang goes down
Unless we involved
From Oakland, C.A. to 5th ward Texas
Try to get our hands on shit
Peace to the niggas in the O
P-Ville and the village
This my hood the nickel 5th ward Texas
Lil J the originator of the rap-a-lot family
One love
It's a lot of niggas sleepin in this here game
But Cōz ain't and I damn sho' ain't
So lay it down niggas
A new era is about to begin
A new king commeth
So hear ye hear ye mothafuckas
This is our turn
*Evil laughter*
[Verse 1: Cōz]
What what man I can't stop these bloody nightmares
A nigga's hittin' the flow, sendin' 'em off to see the wiz
Lеavin' buckshots is in his deck rows (Ho's)
Yeah I said it (ho's) You nevеr knew what hit ya, split ya
All you know is we got wit' ya (Yeah)
Would you wanna party with a power [?]
I'm full of the dank, watchin' you walk the plank
While the sharks awaiting [?]
And since you know I'm against the realness
It's ridiculous see, .380 to ya fuckin' head as your lungs stop breathin'
Now we even it's the mothafuckin' terror like Wes Craven
My style leave grey hair and mothafuckas chest cave in
You better run mothafucker as I flex
What's next nigga? What's up nigga? I got blood on yo' Hilfiger
How the fuck yo figure? That we ain't got no nuts?
We nathin' but pirates ready to raid yo bitch ass up
[Chorus]
In my hood just [?]
Swisher smokin' sets me free
Every time I inhale like
Still I feel free
[Verse 2: Cōz]
Yeah so when you enter, nigga enter at ya own risk
You bitch made, you can't fade turn the blade on ya' own ribs
Ain't no shootin' scapes too many niggas up in the ditch
For you to be cappin' and blap me, yo' dick sucka like a bitch
So potna, quick 'for you get yo head blown
We aggravated wit' this shit 'cause the feud is on
[Verse 3: Poppa LQ & CJ Mac & Both]
(Nowadays) Two killers, two Glocks and fo' clips
Meaning every killer got clips a piece
And the L.A. police is hotter than fiench frie grease
But that ain't mean the retaliation is gonna cease
Never will I, chill I, feel I got much mo' heart than that
I got the heart to strap unless the motherfucker live to spurt
Need not ask shit, loc' I'm blastin first
Now they first mistake was they knew it was a feud and
They was in violation when they pulled inside that circus
No fear is shown when the gats discharge
We got niggas runnin' burnin' they soles up out they all stars
I takes my time when I bust, bust me a u and come back if I must
Trust me I'm not leavin' I won't' be grievin'
I won't stop bustin' 'til niggas stop breathin'
'Cause we ain't givin' y'all no passes, these streets are too drastic
Fully automatics and mamas buyin' caskets
It's straight terror when the west side roam
So take cover motherfucka 'cause the mothafuckin' feud is on
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