Lyrics:
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for
Verse 1:
I remember the first time we rocked on stage
When the world was ready to let the dog out the cage
I got tha whole crowd rockin from here to there
All you said was THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR
You was a hype man nigga
I started you dude
You got bitches part of your crew thats harder then you
Let me tell you what niggaz in jail said across tha table
That you are the CUTEST BITCH ON YOUR LABEL
Only records you got so much your singin on
Never been to jail, never had a block you was slingin on
We all roll wit killas just think, wit you?
Cmon dawg only thing you MURDERED WAS INC
You gots to watch wat you say to niggaz
Sittin over there smilin wit pussy
I dont play wit niggaz
Im about to make you a fuckin believer
Next time send a man in your place
I dont battle wit divas
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for
Verse 2:
TIMES UP, what the fuck, thats the verdict
Cat spit some weak shit, dog done heard it
The best you can come up with, fuckin faggot
I'm bout to run up quick, run up wit clicks
All you cant do is talk trash
But I got 50 that says Alicia Keys will bust yo ass
What you about a buck 5, buck 6
Im comin rite for you nigga, cant duck this
Me jealous for what? you dont even know
The way you runnin around dancin in bitches videos
Your embarassin me junior, i lost you like a son
You been on my dick since 4, 3, 2, 1
How the fuck you suposed to be the head of your crew
When everbody with you flow, BETTER THEN YOU
Imma do it like this, but you better have dick to swing on
I got a blazin R+B joint for you to sing on
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for
Verse 1:
I remember the first time we rocked on stage
When the world was ready to let the dog out the cage
I got tha whole crowd rockin from here to there
All you said was THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR
You was a hype man nigga
I started you dude
You got bitches part of your crew thats harder then you
Let me tell you what niggaz in jail said across tha table
That you are the CUTEST BITCH ON YOUR LABEL
Only records you got so much your singin on
Never been to jail, never had a block you was slingin on
We all roll wit killas just think, wit you?
Cmon dawg only thing you MURDERED WAS INC
You gots to watch wat you say to niggaz
Sittin over there smilin wit pussy
I dont play wit niggaz
Im about to make you a fuckin believer
Next time send a man in your place
I dont battle wit divas
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for
Verse 2:
TIMES UP, what the fuck, thats the verdict
Cat spit some weak shit, dog done heard it
The best you can come up with, fuckin faggot
I'm bout to run up quick, run up wit clicks
All you cant do is talk trash
But I got 50 that says Alicia Keys will bust yo ass
What you about a buck 5, buck 6
Im comin rite for you nigga, cant duck this
Me jealous for what? you dont even know
The way you runnin around dancin in bitches videos
Your embarassin me junior, i lost you like a son
You been on my dick since 4, 3, 2, 1
How the fuck you suposed to be the head of your crew
When everbody with you flow, BETTER THEN YOU
Imma do it like this, but you better have dick to swing on
I got a blazin R+B joint for you to sing on
Chorus (X2):
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
Ride Out
They Want War
But they really don't know what they askin for