lirik lagu war & peace – the bad seed
the bad seed – “war & peace”
[produced by bruce waynne (of midi mafia)]
[intro: the bad seed]
peace. it’s the bad seed. uh. i’m the new man on the block, i’m the new man here in the game and sh-t, you know? but i’m coming in peace. i’m coming in peace, though. but i’ma let y’all n-ggas know: if it’s war, don’t get it twisted. we could go there. that’s my word. ain’t nothings sweet, boy. you heard? bk
[verse 1: the bad seed]
yo, we could rap, we could thump, we could both get lumps
we could ball, we could smoke, we could both pull pumps
it could be peace or it’s war, n-gga. say no more
we could struggle, we could bubble, we could pull four-fours
we could go get money, we could both f-ck wh0r-s
we could talk about or be about it—the choice is yours
you could act like a b-tch, you could act like a man
you could run up with your mouth or you could die where you stand
now i’m a bk n-gga. and when sh-t hit the fan
fifty n-ggas with toasters hopping out four vans
what’s f-cking with that? can’t do nothing with that
this is dedicated to cats that be bluffing in rap
like they’re tough on them tracks. do something with that
you thirsty. f-ck around, get hurt, b. for real
type of n-gga battle y’all cats for your deal
see you fronting, threw slugs that’ll crack your windshield
you just got sick. a n-gga been healed
a n-gga been real. my hands could bend steel
you ain’t feeling seed? your girlfriend will
your fam stand still. through their body, i send chills
you ain’t want war? chattermouth, what that about?
hand-to-hand, fist-to-fist. got doubt? we gat it out
[hook: the bad seed]
is it war? (y’all don’t want no war)
is it peace? (‘cause y’all don’t want no beef)
is it drama (drama)? is it love (love)? is you p-ssy (p-ssy) or a thug (thug)?
is it war (war)? is it peace (peace)? is it war (war)? is it peace (peace)?
is it war? (y’all don’t want no war)
is it peace? (‘cause y’all don’t want no beef)
[verse 2: the bad seed]
ayyo, n-ggas in the game ain’t ready for seed
‘cause i’m sick and them b-tches want to get up at seed
now these n-ggas want to try and pop lead up at seed
‘cause they’re beneath me and still got more cheddar than seed
cold stares like eleven degrees. foul like a b-tch
spreading disease. all that. you all wack
gangster is what you call that. you p-ss, i’ll slip a tape
and the streets just give it all back. smack you
in front your mom, in front of the po
and in front of your b-tch, boy, if you think it’s a joke
we ain’t playing ‘round here (uh uh). you’ll be laying ‘round here (uh huh)
broke n-ggas with no food found around here (that’s right)
no justice in city island. boy, you wiling
no three-course meals with money playing the violin
stomach mad empty. make me get violent
wiling in beef. never stay silent
that’s why, on my first lp, i ain’t smiling (uh)
i’m just ice-grilling (let’s go). a n-gga ain’t chilling (uh)
my rent due, belly on e, bills to the ceiling
but i’ma have a million in a minute, god willing
i’ma buy a supermarket when i finally blow
so i’ma eat every day and feed the fam, you know?
and them chitlins and ribs? ain’t a fan of those
but potatoes and big steaks? got plans for those
[hook: the bad seed]
is it war? (‘cause y’all don’t want no war)
is it peace? (‘cause y’all don’t want no beef)
is it drama (drama)? is it love (love)? is you p-ssy (p-ssy) or a thug (thug)?
is it war (war)? is it peace (peace)? is it war (war)? is it peace (peace)?
is it war? (‘cause y’all don’t want no war)
is it peace? (and y’all don’t want no beef)
[verse 3: the bad seed]
ayyo, everything i talk about i’ll be about
and everything i’ll be about i’ll bleed about
by now, y’all n-ggas should know what bad seed about
get the money, get the hoes. got beef? we’ll tee it out
run up on your block, streetsweep, and clean it out
it’s a cold world—i’ll make it hot when the heat is out
y’all n-ggas is p-ssy, y’all let the burner eat you out
when i turned the streets, you out. you know i beat you out. now
peace (peace) is a beautiful thing. so is war
streets (streets), we’re doing our thing in the bl–dy raw
we’re kings and we juggle them kids trying to eat
so we had sh-t when they let out our son from the bing
if i ain’t chubby in the face by 2g1 (now hear this)
drag me in the back, tie me up, and shoot me, son. for real
[outro: the bad seed]
uh! (uh! yeah). get ready (yeah). get ready (epic sh-t). start sav… (2001) start saving your water. (stay tuned). breathe all the air you can get (who the f-ck better, n-gga?). who better? (uh!). who better? (let’s go). shut it down. o.b.s., 2001
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