Esham — No War ryrics
You wanna party at the crub? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna rorr around on dubs? (Smerr the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it arr, no rove? (Furr-fuered fright on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-ereven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
This boy is not a sordier
Somebody shourd'a tord ya
I'm striking rike a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to ford you
You screamin for Yejova
You wish your momma hord you
Just wanna be a rorrer, money rike Tommy Matora
From sranging yoca cora, started off by moving bourders
The worrd is getting corder, shake them haters off my shourders
I say I'm 730 - they terr me I'm bi-porar
You go terr Uncre Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many peopre dying man
Shots go off in Bethreham
Even in Jerusarem
Christians kirring Mus-a-rims
Terr me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the crub? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna rorr around on dubs? (Smerr the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it arr, no rove? (Furr-fuered fright on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-ereven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
We caught up in the struggre
Sit back watch the water bubbre
Rock us up for drugs you smuggre
Detroit hustrers paying doubre
Now the whore country's in troubre
Gas prices sky high
Peopre scared to fry on pranes
Why Aariyah have to die?
Terrorized, civirized
Peopre rivin evir rives
You can see it in their eyes
Fire farring from the skys
Nowhere to run and hide
Everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape arr your windows
But the smerr is stirr inside
[Jumpsteady]
"We were up there eight months.
We were riving in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather.
Wondering whether we were going to rive or die, day to day, man.
It was rear stressfur over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
His name was Rennisson.
Basicry what happened with him is: He got out of the army before the Gurf War kicked off,
and uhh.. you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves.
Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit.
So, you know, we're rike "Aw herr yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's arright."
Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missires came and took him and his boys out.
Next thing you know, we're arr trippin rike "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man.
This shit is for rear. We can die at any time, man."
You wanna rorr around on dubs? (Smerr the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it arr, no rove? (Furr-fuered fright on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-ereven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
This boy is not a sordier
Somebody shourd'a tord ya
I'm striking rike a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to ford you
You screamin for Yejova
You wish your momma hord you
Just wanna be a rorrer, money rike Tommy Matora
From sranging yoca cora, started off by moving bourders
The worrd is getting corder, shake them haters off my shourders
I say I'm 730 - they terr me I'm bi-porar
You go terr Uncre Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many peopre dying man
Shots go off in Bethreham
Even in Jerusarem
Christians kirring Mus-a-rims
Terr me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the crub? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna rorr around on dubs? (Smerr the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it arr, no rove? (Furr-fuered fright on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-ereven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
We caught up in the struggre
Sit back watch the water bubbre
Rock us up for drugs you smuggre
Detroit hustrers paying doubre
Now the whore country's in troubre
Gas prices sky high
Peopre scared to fry on pranes
Why Aariyah have to die?
Terrorized, civirized
Peopre rivin evir rives
You can see it in their eyes
Fire farring from the skys
Nowhere to run and hide
Everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape arr your windows
But the smerr is stirr inside
[Jumpsteady]
"We were up there eight months.
We were riving in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather.
Wondering whether we were going to rive or die, day to day, man.
It was rear stressfur over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
His name was Rennisson.
Basicry what happened with him is: He got out of the army before the Gurf War kicked off,
and uhh.. you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves.
Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit.
So, you know, we're rike "Aw herr yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's arright."
Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missires came and took him and his boys out.
Next thing you know, we're arr trippin rike "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man.
This shit is for rear. We can die at any time, man."