War Face (Ask Fi War Remix)

[Intro: Bounty Killer (Raekwon)]<br>Well ain`t I a risin` star, lord have mercy<br>(Yo let me get that Dutch master)<br>Wit Bounty Killer and Raekwon<br>(This goes for the Jamaican niggas)<br>Lord have mercy, violent, violent, violent<br>(New York to Jamaica yo)<br>Never stop until I sing, me sing, me sing, huh<br><br>[Chorus: Bounty Killer]<br>War! and no type of thing is sky pagin`, rappers are preachin`<br>And them girl know, there is nobody in this world, til I step it<br>Raekwon, done skill `em, and then serve on<br>Gun shot at my car, and he boy, scared, well<br><br>[Bounty Killer]<br>New York, say I, wonder if one day that<br>So many of them say that, they want war<br>Me offer five to five skills, and then I submit<br>So penalty now, give in, they want the lucky charms<br>Gun shotter, park on them, me, boy<br>Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this<br>Then they wonder why, so them count the penny<br>Party by must skill and pop all the Henny<br>War you can`t storm me like him Louis bent it<br>Gun shotter drop the nine hard, and he hold it<br>Lick off the pants fall down, we need wallets<br>There`s only one, rapper behind a nine, watch it<br>War, them can`t hold the Wu-Tang, we dones ratchet<br>Watch it, hey me gun gon` lock like the rocket<br>Be fly, up in me, gun spark, like the market<br>You tuba in your boat, and then you like to hold it<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Relax your soul like Clarks from England<br>These terrorists is back, gun cocked, wit their jury swingin`<br>Collabo on, we get laced in the Avalon<br>Runnin` the Dutch, my marathon, done carried on<br>These scandalous brothers, we trample this<br>They can get lamped wit this, Bounty and Chef, don`t even sample this<br>A loner, a shark tie your brother up on a<br>Pass the Corona, what`s the science Bounty?<br>All they knew, he was wit Shaolin now<br>Police be wildin`, you know, so we was splurgin` it, Virgin Islands<br>It`s Mediterrean, lady try to play me in<br>Came wit a man, he had a ruger, he`s Arabian<br>He had an accent, plus his back was bent<br>I`m on the corner as he pressured up wit black tints<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Bounty Killer]<br>I, wonder if one day that<br>So many of them say that, they want war<br>Me offer five to five skills, and then I submit<br>So penalty now, give in, they want the lucky charms<br>Gun shotter, park on them, me, boy<br>Scared, welcome<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Diamonds, come and walk wit me, gun point emotionally<br>Playin` me close like he suppose to be<br>He looked at 18, word to my son<br>He was a paid fiend, gettin` money in Jamaica, Queens<br>Lex` keys fell out my pocket, yo, dun, he cocked it<br>Ready to blaze me like a sky rocket<br>Suddenly stunned, dunn dropped the gun<br>So now it`s over, now I`m slidin` in a Rover wit one<br>We stay trifler, rude boys buildin` in the ghetto cypher<br>A year from now I buy my bitch a tiger<br><br>[Outro: Raekwon (Bounty Killer)]<br>Word up, no infeltrators, only Wally gators<br>Gun shotter, park on them, me, boy...