War (What Is It Good For?)

War, huh (Yeah) What is it good for? Absolutely nothing War, huh (Yeah) What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Reporting live from the crib In the hizzle doing chores I'm boutta grab the boys And we finna go to war We finna go to war Against the opps who be oppressing Never stressing But we finna shoot 'em up with Smith and Wesson, yeah Don't give a shit about what politics say I make a call, I'm with my army And we'll be on the way Finna fight for what matters To the God I pray These other niggas want smoke? Man, they tryna play I'm sayin' "War" I'm just tryna settle up the score Finna charge into the battle Got me feelin' like Thor Kick down the door This city, man We tryna restore I swore to make it back To the way that it was before Wait, hold up You know that I be Keeping it real My mental depends on the bars Like I'm signing a deal This beat is a feel Consistency, I'm finna unseal I guess I never knew This heat would be real Besides the point, yeah Hands up if you're tryna get your shit knocked Pull up on niggas like Will Smith smacking Chris Rock Yeah, I'm a superhero, Hitchcock That's what happens when I'm pissed off Now I'm singing War, huh (Yeah) What is it good for? Absolutely nothing So, you tryna go to war? Let me give a little rundown Just to tell you what's in store Leave your troops outside the door If you fucking with my gang Finna put you in a morgue Nigga go and get the strap in the drawer Oh my Lord I'm sitting in the cockpit Racking up the confidence So ominous I've been to war Thought I made it obvious So let me tell you What my everlonging problem is These opps all around me Going out and always starting shit Yeah, you're messing with the fucking king So let me tell y'all something That you're gonna regret If I see you niggas lacking Then blood will be shed Put my finger on the trigger (Baow baow) You're dead Sing it War, huh (Yeah) What is it good for? Absolutely nothing War, huh (Yeah) What is it good for? Absolutely nothing