Dem Want War Video (MV)
Performed By: Funkmaster Flex
Featuring: Raekwon, Big Kap
Length: 2:05
Written by: Corey Woods, Lamont Porter, Aston George Taylor, Aston Taylor
Funkmaster Flex - Dem Want War Lyrics
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That nigga Dan better get me in the tunnel tonight, kid
I ain't playin', straight up
The mafia version, son chop me up, got a locked version
Rocked up, knocked on a person
Extraterrestrial, kill 'em now, let's be out
Just out, flowin' over water then jet ski out
Feel up the heat surgeon, ankle gun, diamond on my thumb
Rough version, 'nough shots come murkin'
(?) go cop a yacht piece
Fish and grease, that is some hot grease
Fur look a lass, an assassin'
Jet lash rap nod 'til you crash
Hot rod flash
Bury mines in the mountains
Sprayin' an ounce and everybody out bouncin'
Chill or pay, couch countin'
White gold table, cable on, automatic murder bent sable
Paperwork, page you
Last word from the Russians
We flashin' up dutches
Yellin' cat flex to these raw Cream Team touched it
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
Escaped in the six
Horror flicks, knowin' how tomorrow gets
Niggas wanna borrow, take six
Cremate money, saw his hand floody, analyze he make money
Great minds and thugs play funny (yo)
Touchin' a novelist's hands I gave you power
Nigga make grands, flowin' like a lake in Iceland
Checkin' my team, lookin' tropical
Rocked up watches, spottable
It symbolizes, I ain't gotta do
Share this money or die
Fear a nigga if he look shy
Two thousand eye, holdin' fly
The speaker collapsed
Can't wait 'til they bring the Gucci sneakers back
Nigga like this, I buy a rack
The man like Floyd Mayweather
Y'all the opposite, look gay together
Trade in them plain leathers
It's like this, make a classic
Me, I wrap it up, shit plastic
I'm married to the cash dick
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
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That nigga Dan better get me in the tunnel tonight, kid
I ain't playin', straight up
The mafia version, son chop me up, got a locked version
Rocked up, knocked on a person
Extraterrestrial, kill 'em now, let's be out
Just out, flowin' over water then jet ski out
Feel up the heat surgeon, ankle gun, diamond on my thumb
Rough version, 'nough shots come murkin'
(?) go cop a yacht piece
Fish and grease, that is some hot grease
Fur look a lass, an assassin'
Jet lash rap nod 'til you crash
Hot rod flash
Bury mines in the mountains
Sprayin' an ounce and everybody out bouncin'
Chill or pay, couch countin'
White gold table, cable on, automatic murder bent sable
Paperwork, page you
Last word from the Russians
We flashin' up dutches
Yellin' cat flex to these raw Cream Team touched it
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
Escaped in the six
Horror flicks, knowin' how tomorrow gets
Niggas wanna borrow, take six
Cremate money, saw his hand floody, analyze he make money
Great minds and thugs play funny (yo)
Touchin' a novelist's hands I gave you power
Nigga make grands, flowin' like a lake in Iceland
Checkin' my team, lookin' tropical
Rocked up watches, spottable
It symbolizes, I ain't gotta do
Share this money or die
Fear a nigga if he look shy
Two thousand eye, holdin' fly
The speaker collapsed
Can't wait 'til they bring the Gucci sneakers back
Nigga like this, I buy a rack
The man like Floyd Mayweather
Y'all the opposite, look gay together
Trade in them plain leathers
It's like this, make a classic
Me, I wrap it up, shit plastic
I'm married to the cash dick
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I ain't playin', straight up
The mafia version, son chop me up, got a locked version
Rocked up, knocked on a person
Extraterrestrial, kill 'em now, let's be out
Just out, flowin' over water then jet ski out
Feel up the heat surgeon, ankle gun, diamond on my thumb
Rough version, 'nough shots come murkin'
(?) go cop a yacht piece
Fish and grease, that is some hot grease
Fur look a lass, an assassin'
Jet lash rap nod 'til you crash
Hot rod flash
Bury mines in the mountains
Sprayin' an ounce and everybody out bouncin'
Chill or pay, couch countin'
White gold table, cable on, automatic murder bent sable
Paperwork, page you
Last word from the Russians
We flashin' up dutches
Yellin' cat flex to these raw Cream Team touched it
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
Escaped in the six
Horror flicks, knowin' how tomorrow gets
Niggas wanna borrow, take six
Cremate money, saw his hand floody, analyze he make money
Great minds and thugs play funny (yo)
Touchin' a novelist's hands I gave you power
Nigga make grands, flowin' like a lake in Iceland
Checkin' my team, lookin' tropical
Rocked up watches, spottable
It symbolizes, I ain't gotta do
Share this money or die
Fear a nigga if he look shy
Two thousand eye, holdin' fly
The speaker collapsed
Can't wait 'til they bring the Gucci sneakers back
Nigga like this, I buy a rack
The man like Floyd Mayweather
Y'all the opposite, look gay together
Trade in them plain leathers
It's like this, make a classic
Me, I wrap it up, shit plastic
I'm married to the cash dick
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want some war
Writer: Corey Woods, Lamont Porter, Aston George Taylor, Aston Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network