[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
When I was young, I used to watch them dopeboys make they lick
Now, I came up age, the tables turned and now I'm runnin' shit
Soon as I turned seventeen, my cousin hit me with some weed, boomed that shit around the hood, until I got up on my feet
Now I'm peeped back, chiefin', chokin' light green in the cut of Five
With my kinfolk off of Light Street and them niggas, off of Nine
Drunk as fuck, when I get buck, I'm clingin' to my .38, ringin' out some shots, straight to your dome, if you gon' player hate
Builded for war, then jump off
Got a sawed off, pointed at the door
Soon as you come in, I'm breakin' off some proper shit
Gun smoke foggin' up the room, 'cause I'ma thread
I specialized in hog killin', my enemy, deadly but maybe the hay be like, keepin' me down, with my dawg
Niggas be runnin' they mouth, to damn much
So I gotta' kick they door
Make 'em think, that I'm done' knockin'
Rob 'em tho', if you didn't know
Slick with my shit, pimpin', don't you ever disrespect my click, just recognize, don't criticize these players bound for nationwide
Know, you really won't ana, you can't handle us, we runnin' packs - you don't
Mista Playa Dre, the crooked type
So, watch your back
[Chorus]
We be so serious
You want war - we bring it on
We be so serious, ain't no fakin' from our heart
You want war - we bring it on
Killers killin', while bitches flauge
We be so serious
You want war - we bring it on
When I was young, I used to watch them dopeboys make they lick
Now, I came up age, the tables turned and now I'm runnin' shit
Soon as I turned seventeen, my cousin hit me with some weed, boomed that shit around the hood, until I got up on my feet
Now I'm peeped back, chiefin', chokin' light green in the cut of Five
With my kinfolk off of Light Street and them niggas, off of Nine
Drunk as fuck, when I get buck, I'm clingin' to my .38, ringin' out some shots, straight to your dome, if you gon' player hate
Builded for war, then jump off
Got a sawed off, pointed at the door
Soon as you come in, I'm breakin' off some proper shit
Gun smoke foggin' up the room, 'cause I'ma thread
I specialized in hog killin', my enemy, deadly but maybe the hay be like, keepin' me down, with my dawg
Niggas be runnin' they mouth, to damn much
So I gotta' kick they door
Make 'em think, that I'm done' knockin'
Rob 'em tho', if you didn't know
Slick with my shit, pimpin', don't you ever disrespect my click, just recognize, don't criticize these players bound for nationwide
Know, you really won't ana, you can't handle us, we runnin' packs - you don't
Mista Playa Dre, the crooked type
So, watch your back
[Chorus]
We be so serious
You want war - we bring it on
We be so serious, ain't no fakin' from our heart
You want war - we bring it on
Killers killin', while bitches flauge
We be so serious
You want war - we bring it on
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