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War, war, war Talking 'bout y'all is such a bore I'd rather talk about moi Now do you know the cost of AK's up in Africa? 20 dollars ain't shit to you, but that's how much they are So they gonna use the shit just to get far Is gold, diamonds helping ya'? Don't you like my bandana? My stains hang low on my shirts like ay-ay-a Monkey brains and banana I'll hit you with my antenna I put soap in my eye, make it red, so I look raw So I woke up with my holy Qur'an and found out I like Cadillac So we're shooting till the song is up Little boys are acting up And baby mothers are going crazy and the leaders all around cracking up We go rich, we fry Price of living in a shanty town just seems very high But we still like T.I. But we still look fly Dancing as we're shooting up and looting just to get by With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? War, war, war Who made me like this? Was it me and God in co-production? My devil's on speed dial every time I take the wrong direction All I want is one thing and that is what you got Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb There's twentyfour hours in a day I used to spilt it eight, eight, eight Eight work Eight sleep Eight for play Now I give it all it takes People on the Internet A new life for the intellect People judge me so hard 'cause I don't floss my teeth set I was born out of dirt Like I'm porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt I put people on the map that never seen a map I show 'em something they ain't never seen and hope they make it back With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? |