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Real War Fair Ft. Daniel Son

from Bloodclaat II by NapsNDreds

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lyrics

(Verse: Napsndreds)
Yo, Inner-city BBM shit
Trademark

Got the hat low
Posted up like a head honcho
Got trap doors in the basement
Like El Chapo
You attempt to follow (don't do that)
You see bodies stuff in a well
Hollow
They sleep on Naps
I got a bed pon floor
It's like a ghost skit
You laying there like a newborn baby gawd
I know a hit man fam
Who charges 80 large
Live out in San Fran
With trips down to Lauderdale
Pimpin a Grand Am

With bricks out in Hallandale
Didn't know the hell
But you did know how to inhale
Snort your whole shit up
And lost your clientele
Heard they want smoke
That's smoke screen
I run circles around them til that circle was smoking
I'm just letting off some steam like Stanley Steamer
Brash demeanor
I'm from Jamaica
Where they blast them speakers early in the morning
Pot holes in the streets
It's not gonna be cheap so don't crash the beamer

(Hook 2x)

Real warfare me no run from
Dog me no care where you come from
Dem say dem a bad mon
Dem a gun mon
Me na 'fraid
Me a front mon
Cuh real warfare me no run from
Dog me no care where you come from
Dem say dem a bad mon
Dem a gun mon
Me na 'fraid
Me a front mon
Real warfare

(Verse: Daniel Son)
Baby Don shit
Born in the last year
See how the 80's done met him
I don't move til they pay me the payments
Southern bars

Know I cater the cadence
Started shooting soon take a vacation
T.O. bunch of crazy Jamaicans
All that talking you gone lay where you staying
Smell the blood and the pain on the pavement
Roger or the glocks with extended clips
Beef we don't hop on the internet
They gonna hop on the highway
Reach to your block and start spitting shit
We don't start nothing
We finish it
FNN plug out in Michigan
My people cut records the system is
Switch out the tread on the Michelin
Now we don't run from no warfare
Still put up numbers on off years
Fucking on shorty I pull on her short hair
Got tired of breathing in court air

Up front I'll be parking a Porsche there
Peeling out shorts on the fourth layer
PDSD from the S
So I prefer keeping the torch near
Bred from the hunting field
Out of town packs
How the luggage feel
Couple brown bags in the duffle
Let's chill on this money and save to a hundred mil
Told her might need me a yacht
A crib with a dock
Right by Fort Lauderdale
Fishing for sharks
And a kind of whale
Shorty looks good but she's not for sale

(Hook)
Real warfare me no run from
Dog me no care where you come from

Dem say dem a bad mon
Dem a gun mon
Me na 'fraid
Me a front mon
Cuh real warfare me no run from
Dog me no care where you come from
Dem say dem a bad mon
Dem a gun mon
Me na 'fraid
Me a front mon
Real warfare

credits

from Bloodclaat II, released November 30, 2020
Featuring. Daniel Son
Produced by. JR Swiftz
Mixed by. Eddie Sancho
Mastered by. Joe Laporta

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