Warfare - Eldorado Red, Trouble

Warfare, warfare

Nigga play with me, he be outa here

Warfare, warfare

Kidnap his kids, and his mama next

Beef shit, street shit

I’m hands on, when it’s time to murk a bitch

Everybody killers, till they found slayn

Pussy ass niggas tryna get a name

I put your name on the news, if you want some fame

Black male found dead, holes in his brain

Gun fight, court trial

Don’t need no whitnesses, so they gotta throw it out

Teflon don, charges with a stick

50 round drum, all my shooter’s toes thick

Say my name on a song, that’s a death wish

I’m the king of Rich Crest, nigga, you a snitch

5 7 hit your ass, you goin shit and piss

I be in the mob, nigga, we don’t talk about it

We catch you on the ground, put some chalk around ya

I got killers from Memphis to ATL

Warfare, warfare

Nigga play with me, he be outa here

Warfare, warfare

Kidnap his kids, and his mama next

Tell me, do you love your mama

Do you love your kids

If so, calm down with all that fuck boy shit

You ain’t never died before, partner, but you will today

The price for your life, probably round 2 K

You like to fuck with them hoes, so you’s an easy target

You like to stand off in the morning, when you leave your apartment

Ain’t no justifying no disrespect when it’s to the mob

Ain’t no hollering bout how you just wanna live, when you said you was so hard

Even in my Benz, sniper hit you with persision

Hit up Red, tell him it’s a done deal, he up in the kitchen

Whippin whippin work

Test me, and get murked

I’m from the land where do or die niggas shoot first

If it jam, still know I won’t tell a lie

Nigga, I’m the man, hold my Glock high

Warfare, warfare, Edgwood, Zone 6, don’t go over there

Warfare, warfare

Nigga play with me, he be outa here

Warfare, warfare

Kidnap his kids, and his mama next