War

So you wanna talk about war You kill one of mine; I kill two of yours You think you ready for this You think you ready You really want war, nigga Huh Another day, another brotha gone That's anotha song Another pig in the fucking wrong But it seems in this world, they do what they want They clockin' in to separate a body from its soul We gonna have to have a world war three We need to grab our piece And go to war for peace We gone have to shoot back, we go have to go to war in the streets I get the money then f*ck it, this war on me That's enough of being quiet Shit, It's time to riot We gone have to burn some shit just like Richard Pryor They keep killing all our sisters and brothers Taking fathers from the kids, taking sons from they mothers We need each other We need to stop the black on black crime be together The whole thing start with the way we treat each other Steady losing family and friends; what's worst than that Is I know lil kids living in fear of being black What the f*ck