Let’s Go To War (f*ck DJ Squeeky) lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Aw, yeah, Skinny Pimp and 211 up in this b*tch
Down with my n*gga DJ Paul, the new motherf*ckin' DJ
Aw, yeah, Lil Woop and the Woodlawn Posse in the house
Ayo, Paul, do that sh*t

[Chorus]
DJ Squeeky (f*ck you, mane)
DJ Squeeky (Die, motherf*cker)
DJ Squeeky (f*ck you, b*tch)
DJ Squeeky (Bring the yellow tape)
DJ Squeeky (Haha)
DJ Squeeky (f*ck you, b*tch ass)
DJ Squeeky (Pop, pop, pop, drops the sucka)
DJ Squeeky (Punk-punk-punk-punk motherf*cker)

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Eenie meenie miny moe, Skinny picked the .44
Squeeky wanna scrap? Gon' get yo ass kidnapped
You sure you wanna get some? I doubt it, my nig
I tie a rop around yo neck, and drop yo sissy ass off a bridge
Suckas, they jackin', them fools put me in a straight trance
A psycho at large, I'm not from Earth, I'm from Mars, b*tch
You know you can't handle me, so don't try to cross me
I'll skinny roll yo ass and put yo eyе in yo mama's coffee
Scandalous, see I'm a serious retard
I'll chop you in piecеs, I'm givin' detectives a hard job
I wanna say what's up to 211
'Cause whether we steppin' or reppin', we comin' off real
But the sucka will get smoked
Grip the M-I-C and try and talk about the Skinny P
But you cannot f*ck with this style
I be flowin' to get me some things, I'm project born, b*tch
So grip on some alcohol, and rub yo narcs
Nine-ninety-nine-nine, you got popped with my Glock
And if yo buddies wanna jump in this sh*t
Bring it on (*Gunshots*)
Let's go to war with them b*tches (*Screams*)
[Chorus]
War they wanted, and war they got
And from the [?]
If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war
DJ Squeeky (Punk-punk motherf*cker)

[Verse 2: Homicyde]
Let me kick a verse about a punk b*tch
The kind of n*gga that'll make me pop the trunk quick
They have a tendency of f*ckin' with a psychopath
Ayo, this sh*t is too thick, yo ho, don't make me laugh
Squeeky is a b*tch, Zirk is a b*tch, too
Raider J, motherf*ck you
And if you motherf*ckers wanna go to war
Punk motherf*cker, what you waitin' for?
'Cause Homicyde ain't down with the runnin'
Homicyde's a sniper 'cause I'm known for gunnin' n*ggas down
Clown, from Orange Mound
I'm strictly with the underground
These n*ggas gonna make me clown
So motherf*cker, don't be scared
Your neighborhood hit went to your motherf*ckin' head
Yo boy said they lookin' for the dirty hoes
DJ Zirk, stop wearin' those dirty clothes
'Cause I'm the crazy motherf*cker that you envy
Bido, Don, Weedie, Lil Kenny
n*gga 9 is down with the Posse
For the punk n*ggas with some animosity
And if you hoes wanna go out like a sucka
(*Gunshots*) Squabble that, motherf*cker
And if you b*tches got a problem or some drama
Buy a black dress for your funky mama
Skinny Pimp, smack that n*gga like a whore
Let's take these n*ggas to war
[Bridge]
I ain't sayin' no names
f*ck a-f*ck around, and get yo ghetto pass revoked
Mmh, mmh, mmh, f*ck you, mane (f*ck)
F-f-f-f*ck you

[Chorus]
DJ Squeeky (Punk motherf*cker)
Punk-punk-punk-punk motherf*cker
DJ Squeeky (Yeah, I caught you slippin')
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I caught you slippin'
DJ Squeeky (f*ck you, b*tch)
DJ Squeek-DJ Squeeky (Suck a ni-)
Suck a n*gga di*k

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
A - animosity on a fat b*tch
B - better watch yo back because I'm finna click
C - Creepin' on a sucka with a Glock, mane
D - Dead on arrival, bullet in the brain

[Bridge 1: ???]
There you have it
A players point of view of a punk motherf*cker
Goin' to Club Memphis to see a punk motherf*cker get smacked
And be nothin' but wack
So I'ma send this shout out to Homicyde, Skinny Pimp
MC Wicked, Juicy J, DJ Paul, n*gga 9, 211, and Hitman
The Killa B
Shout goes out to Westwood, Hurts Village
Trigg and Lauderdale, Preston, Binghampton
A whole lot of motherf*ckers is down with beatin' Squeeky's motherf*ckin' ass
Oh, yo, Squeeky, get Zirk di*k out ya ass
Raider J, get the glass di*k out ya mouth, b*tch
[Bridge 2: MC Wicked]
Yeah, this is MC Wicked comin' straight out of Ridgegrove
Lettin' them punks know they got us f*cked up
DJ Squeeky, boy, you barred out of Frayser
I'd like to say what's up to the projects
And all my n*ggas in the hood that's behind me

[Bridge 3: ???, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Homicyde]
Ayo, Skinny, tell everybody about how you smacked his b*tch ass in the motherf*ckin' club, mane
Mane, I hit that motherf*cker so hard, mane
The gun went off, mane, know what I'm sayin'?
Mothaf*cka almost hit my partner 211, know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody seen that sh*t
Them n*ggas know national Binghampton, Hurts Village
Frayser, aw yeah, the Woodlawn Posse and the [?] house
Aw yeah, and Rick and Blood, and Ray Ray from Hurts Village
You know what time it is
Y'all talkin' 'bout that y'all paranoid
The real paranoid n*ggas
You can play like a motherf*ckin' cone, envy
And let a n*gga gas you up if you want to, b*tch

[Outro: DJ Paul]
That's all she wrote
Yeah, this DJ Paul, Killa Mix Serial Number 11, b*tch
This sh*t don't stop (Stop, stop, stop)