World War III chords and lyrics - YUKMOUTH

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[Intro 1]
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[C5][C]

[Verse 1]
Yeah, [C5]them niggas talkin' shit
like they safe [C]in them sound booths
Like I [C5]don't got the Queens,
got proof ready to [C]down you
[C5]Like I don't got my South Central
niggas [C]all [C5]around you
Grape Street, sick souls,
killers [C]that'll pound you
[C5]My Detro[C]it cheddar boy
niggas papered down too
My Chi -Town hood rich
[C5]niggas [C]gettin' down too
My Ohio plan flawless niggas
bustin' rounds too
New Jersey, Houston niggas,
all my dogs will hound you
You snitch [C5]ass, bitch [C]ass,
dirty rotten scoundrel
You learn the real mob
is different than Tony Soprano
You [C5]learn that [C]speakin' on J -Prince,
them niggas get handled
So bulletproof your door panels,
this the war anthem
Bow down for no man,
swing the hammer like Coleman Rebels in Oakland,
and motherfuck the Afro men
This nigga weak as fuck,
how you gon' speak on yuck[C5]?
I have my [C]Compton goons
come eat you up, you bitch
Y 'all don't wanna war with me,
nuh -uh
Cause if you war with me,
it's gon' be World War III
Fuckin' with the RBG,
[C5]checkin' throu[C]gh the IME
Y keep fuckin' around,
[C5]nig gas gon' D .I .E. [C]World War 3
Y 'all don't wanna war with me
Nuh -uh
Cause if you over me,
it's gon' be World War 3
Fuckin' with the RBG,
[C5]check it to th[C]e IME
Y keep fuckin' around,
[C5]nig gas gon' D .[C]I .E World War 3
Yeah, I fuck with Scarface,
yeah, I fuck with Too Short
[C5]50 Cent, a[C] snitch,
he can't bring his ass to New York
[C5]Silverback, [C]gorilla smoke,
them niggas like a Newport
And G's handle business [C5]in the streets,
[C]we don't do courts
[C5]And fuck you, Craig David,
[C]your boss on Alpha Davis
[C5]I never make a sta[C]tement,
I go out like Larry Davis
[C5]Bustin' my macarades,
[C]just crack spots, stackin' papers
[C5]I ne[C]ver snitch, you fuckin' pig,
throw me back in cages
[C5]That's how the mob [C]do
You don't be clubbin'
cause we'll [C5]rob you
Your [C]30 [C5]body[C]guards gettin' s[C5]hot [C]too
[C5]Niggas wearin' vests, [C]it's on stage
because they [C5]gots to
Level 4 your vehicle cause
niggas [C]already popped you
And I'm not Ja Rule or Irv Gotti
Walk with the moss, bird shotty
Talk slick, I'm gon' murder somebody
I bust a rifle for survival
And 50 Cent the per[C5]fect [C]name,
you snitch nigga cuz you 5 -0
Ya'll don't wanna war with me, nuh -uh
Cuz if you war with me,
it's gon' be World War III
Fuckin' with the RBG,
[C5]check it to th[C]e IME
Ya'll keep fuckin' [C5]around,
niggas gon' D .I .E...[C]World
[C5]War[C][C5]
[C]III
[C5]I'ma have the last [C]laugh,
my cousin signed the aftermath
One phone call,
I have a motherfucker clap your ass
[C5]One phone [C]call,
[C5]I have my [C]goon squad jack your ass
[C5]Fuck [C]Master P,
I gave him ghetto pass after pass
J Prince told me, stop it,
yuck, you murder dog
[C5]But fuck that [C]nigga, man,
he talkin' shit and murder dog
For [C5]that, I murder dog,
the whole [C]tank, I serve them all
[C5]The only real nigga was Soulja
[C]Slim and Murder Dog
In New Bay, I never heard of y 'all
Lucky y [C5]signed to my nigga Ski,
so I gave you [C]nerds a call
[C5]I th[C]ought we called it truce,
you niggas talkin' loud in them booths
I'm all by myself,
[C5]don't have[C] to call my truc[C5]e,
and this is [C]more than entertainment
I make you famous for losin'
a [C5]battle [C]like the Rain Man
You fuckin' [C5]anus, like Short and [C]Fila,
I'm so international
You one [C5]beat,
[C]me be on 65th and International
Y 'all don't wanna war with me,
nuh -uh
Cause if you war with me,
it's gon' be World War III
Fuckin' with the RBG, checkin' to the IME
Y 'all keep fuckin' around,
niggas gon' D .I .E. World War III
Y 'all don't wanna war with me
Nuh -uh
Cause if you war with me,
it's gon' be World War III
Fuckin' with the R .B .G.,
check it till the I .M .E
Y 'all keep fuckin' around,
[C5]nig gas gon' D .[C]I .E. World War III
You niggas wanna war?
We can war, you bitch niggas
I got goons everywhere
that'll hit you hard, you bitch
You know what mean?
All them other niggas,
man, I spoke on
You niggas ain't even in my league,
you bitch niggas
Step your album sales up nigga,
step your game up,
step your [C]chain up ya bitch
Ya backpack motherfucker,
you can't fuck with me nigga
You drunk ass 40 ounce
streaking ass nigga
Nigga go back to Hutzburg,
whatever the fuck in the
Mississippi you at nigga
An[C]d for all them G -Unit niggas,
man y 'all niggas better [C]play
opposition and get y 'all money
[C]But that snitch ass nigga
better come to the round table
and holla at [C]Jay Prince nigga
Oh it's gon' be nothing
but all out war nigga,
[C]and it's comin' from
yuck mouth nigga
Come see me in [C]Oakland, L .A., Houston,
Detroit, [C]Ohio, Chicago, D .C.
Nigga, see me, nigga, it's nothin', nigga,
we can holla anywhere, ya bitch
Regime mob, nigga,
any nigga with a tap would
murder yo' ass, nigga
Now it's on Cetus