Chulo Ramon - War Zone Lyrics

Point me to the body I'm about to catch
I'm coming for they throats like a cigarette
Comparing me to rappers you confusing me
This ain't a rap song, this a eulogies
Tell my future baby mama that I got us
12 gage rocket call that bitch Dwight Howard
Niggas talking what's an ounce to a kilo
I never heard a silverback respond to a mosquito

I got me
I got me nigga
You ain't bout a check
We ain't gotta speak nigga
You ain't bout it, nigga, you ain't even bout it nigga
You talk about it, but bitch I live it about it

Nigga this that pressure, put that metal to the dome and watch a magic trick
Niggas talking gangsta 'til they come across some gangsta shit
You ain't bout them colors nigga we know
That game is foreign to you nigga this ain't got no cheat codes, oh no
Cold blood in the middle of the summer
Makes you wonder bout the winter, keep a pistol in my covers
Better cover up, niggas in the city want a reputation
They shooting up the clubs praying don't nobody make it
I pray to God every night this ain't my last prayer
Everything I do ain't right so I stay prepared
Played the cards I was dealt my life was solitaire
Cross a rap nigga out like three x's in a square

War zone
I'm living in it
Shots fired everyday welcome to my city
Baby gangstas tryna make name
And they ain't scared to hit a f*ck nigga

I'm bout that action if you bumping knuckles
And I don't need a shooter if you talking muscle
This ain't no clique, this is all my niggas
Never worried when your team is loyal, that's the difference
So when you see me I be chilling
Bloodhound, I smell some pussy niggas in the building
I pen that shit that put they hands to the ceiling
Sick as f*ck, I shot the flow with penicillin nigga
Picture me worried bout a nigga rapping
I'd rather f*ck his bitch and then forget it ever happened
They dropping names for attention but that cost a fee
So next time you'll pay attention when you start to speak
Young niggas giving rounds of applause
Broke niggas killing broke niggas, I don't get the cause
Money focused, I get the calls
If I trip over another bitch I hope I fall
Chulo

War zone
I'm living in it
Shots fired everyday welcome to my city
Baby gangstas tryna make name
And they ain't scared to hit a f*ck nigga
War zone
You either bussing or you ducking
All these young niggas hungry, cause these streets ain't gave us nothin'
War zone
I'm living in it
Shots fired everyday welcome to my city