(feat. Trife Da God) 
 
[Intro: sample] 
War in the east, war in the west 
War up north, war down south 
 
[Trife Da God] 
Uh, welcome to Jam-rock 
Where niggaz get popped, buried in sandlots 
New York niggaz, triple they money hitting the grand spot 
West Coast bang for they colors and they demand blocks 
Stuffed in niggaz barbeque grillings, sizzling hamhocks 
Can't forget my mid west niggaz out in the Chi 
St. Louis and Tennessee, where them killas is sure to ride 
Shout out to my Ohio players, clocking that paper 
To all them fly pimps in Detroit, rocking them gators 
Riding around, with the top down, heat in the lap 
Stay balling, with the plush leather seats in the back 
Down in Houston, sidding sideways, chucking the deuce 
Popping them bottles, getting blasted over cups of that juice 
Dizzy stukes, niggaz blowin' off Bobby, like Whitney Houst' 
Grey goose with a touch of grapefruit, indeed, it get me loose 
We need to call a truce, for all my fallen troops 
Stop the warring, let's do more recording 
Sit back and count this loot 
 
[Chorus: Trife Da God (sample)] 
(War in the east) To all them dealers in the tri-state 
(War in the west) For all them niggaz out west, raising the crime rate 
(War up north) To all them killas up north, locked in the bing 
(war down south) For everybody down south doing they thing, come on 
(War in the east) To all my greasy east niggaz getting that clock right 
(War in the west) To all my jackets catching them fools at the stop lights 
(War up north) To all the heavy bidders repping in jail 
(War down south) To them votes, shouting the dirty south, electing that meal 
 
[Trife Da God] 
You can find me in the 'west', like Kanye, blowing on bombai 
With the killas on Crenshaw, serving up entrees 
Or lounging with the homies from Northstar, popping out of sportscars 
Niggaz wilding out in the sports bar 
No matter where I go, I'm still repping New York, pa 
You know we get it cracking when we up in the courtyard 
Sipping on forties of Ale, pouring liquor out 
For all the O.G.'s and shorties in jail 
And when I'm out in the Carolinas, blessing that marijuana 
Down in New Orleans, my niggaz wrestling anacondas 
Clapping them tools in Baton Rouge, provoking drama 
Getting it crunk in Atlanta, searching for baby mommas 
Philly and D.C., V.A. to B-More in a G4 
I-95, making them detours 
South Beach, Memorial weekend hitting the sea shore 
And every other city we go, I'm promoting T-Dore 
 
[Chorus 2X]
					 
					 
					
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