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OTS Na$i - War in My City Lyrics



OTS Na$i - War in My City Lyrics




I came straight up out them slums so I can't show a nigga pity
And you gotta keep a gun cuz bitch it's war inside the city
Pack a draco wit a drum, you know my niggas love them titties
Pay attention to this son, if you really f*ckin' wit me

Put the fries in the clip, pop out the whip, now bitch its bang time
Put it on my mother, for my brothers ima bang mine
Choppas wit extensions, pussy boy we get them things flyin'
I can't never lack, gotta be ready, niggas steady dyin'

I ain't gon say too much, a nigga speak on me then we gon stomp em out
Say you bout that action, nigga show me what you talkin' bout
You say you bout that action, nigga show me what you workin' wit
MG wit the F&N and bitch he put in work wit it

Bitch it's feds in the streets, they tryna give a nigga time
I'll take a nigga soul before I let him take mine
Niggas dyin' over nothing, they won't let a nigga shine
Pistol packin' bro, cuz this that shit that happen in the 9

Bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

Cuz bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

That's my dawg, my bro my bro
You f*ck with him, he blow, I blow
We wit that shit, I know you know
I smoke too much, can't think no more

I think too much, get out my head
I watch my step, might end up dead
I pop my pills, I take my med's
I shoot to kill, get hit wit lead

I got that blocka blocka
Know some shottas shottas
If a nigga talkin' down then we gon pop ya pop ya
We gon drop ya drop ya
We gon do ya do ya
I'll send you to your maker, hallelujah to ya

I'll send you to your maker, bet you learned your lesson
Keep a choppa, and a draco, and a smith and wesson
If you make it past 18, nigga that's a blessing
If I get caught up in that jam just know I'm not confessing

Cuz bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

Bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)
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I came straight up out them slums so I can't show a nigga pity
And you gotta keep a gun cuz bitch it's war inside the city
Pack a draco wit a drum, you know my niggas love them titties
Pay attention to this son, if you really f*ckin' wit me

Put the fries in the clip, pop out the whip, now bitch its bang time
Put it on my mother, for my brothers ima bang mine
Choppas wit extensions, pussy boy we get them things flyin'
I can't never lack, gotta be ready, niggas steady dyin'

I ain't gon say too much, a nigga speak on me then we gon stomp em out
Say you bout that action, nigga show me what you talkin' bout
You say you bout that action, nigga show me what you workin' wit
MG wit the F&N and bitch he put in work wit it

Bitch it's feds in the streets, they tryna give a nigga time
I'll take a nigga soul before I let him take mine
Niggas dyin' over nothing, they won't let a nigga shine
Pistol packin' bro, cuz this that shit that happen in the 9

Bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

Cuz bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

That's my dawg, my bro my bro
You f*ck with him, he blow, I blow
We wit that shit, I know you know
I smoke too much, can't think no more

I think too much, get out my head
I watch my step, might end up dead
I pop my pills, I take my med's
I shoot to kill, get hit wit lead

I got that blocka blocka
Know some shottas shottas
If a nigga talkin' down then we gon pop ya pop ya
We gon drop ya drop ya
We gon do ya do ya
I'll send you to your maker, hallelujah to ya

I'll send you to your maker, bet you learned your lesson
Keep a choppa, and a draco, and a smith and wesson
If you make it past 18, nigga that's a blessing
If I get caught up in that jam just know I'm not confessing

Cuz bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)

Bitch it's war in my city (Yeah yeah)
I can't take no more of my city (Yeah yeah)
Tryna open doors for my city (Yeah yeah)
I just hope the Lord can forgive me (Yeah yeah)
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Writer: Josiah Druid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: OTS Na$i
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Josiah Druid

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