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[Intro: M.O.P.]

Hahahahahaha

Now it's about to be talked about

[Afu-Ra]

You're gettin slapped by my grammar

Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama

I'm under cover, make moves like no other

In dark alleys, you're gettin opened from your
belly

I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna skelly

I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be

Mashin out crews of bad dudes for nothin

Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, I show 'em
somethin

A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear

I'm scrubbin down, this hip hop shit's infested

Too many niggas sexin the mic, they not protected

Don't get infected, like a child that's been
molested

The surgeon general rap shit just hit your
section

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's
chronic

Cause M.O.P. and Afu-Ra, shits bionic

[Chorus]

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

[Lil Fame]

Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it
on

It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long

Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is

It's that back yard bangin shit, that I rocked
for the kids

Clack clack, move son I got nothin to lose son

There's a million and one ways to die, choose one

Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass

I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass

Now Afu-Ra split em in half with the sword

You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the
board

Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap
committee

We live and direct from New York City

I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your
weapon

Stop yappin with ya dick in your hand, and start
steppin

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare

This is war here, and we gettin it on all year,
biatch

[Chorus]

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

[Billy Danze]

Let's take a trip down burner bark lane

Where the innocent get slain

And what you visualize will ruin your brain

A lot a blood sweat & tears, pain

Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it's
muthafuckin thing

Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open
you

And put two under your hat

and as you lay flat, just another nigga whacked

Before he stepped, he threw three through your
chest through your back

And your outta here, lights out, game over

You said you wanted to live life as a soldier

I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and
downs

We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off
rhymes

And of course we have emotions inside, yeah

That's just some shit that we been trained to
hide

You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow

Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin talk show,
this is

[Chorus]

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me

Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

[Outro]

Fire!!