War With God (Album Version|Explicit) - Ludacris

Written by：Chris Bridges/Andre Harris/Vidal Davis/Alexander Chiger/Harry Zelnick/Leon Huff/Kenny Gamble

Your time has come for bad things to leave

The time has come for right to begin

The time has come for the war of the Gods

It's that time

I'ma take the subtle approach first

'Cause I'm just gettin' started let's go

Look I'm the best and there's nothin' that you can

Do about it

Never needed a publicity stunt let's tell the truth about

It

Even in the core of the streets you can't sway

The youth about it

But keep runnin' yo' mouth and I swear I'ma knock

A tooth up out it

I never claimed to be nothin' but who the f*ck

I am

Never sold coc*ine in my life but I'm still the

F*ck man

Understand nothin' you did makes you better

You claim the streets but the streets respect that chedda

Luda got twice as much yo' life you can charge

It to 'em

I fit four of your houses inside my daughter's room

And still have room for young karma to play

Givin' back to the children of tomorrow for good karma

Today

So you can say whatcha' wanna say or you can

Talk that talk

But real ni**a ain't doin' no talkin' 'coz we walk that

Walk

Album for album you can see I got a multi

Million plan

So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multi million

Man

Lucifer oh lucifer

God of evil you're the God of hate

Lucifer oh lucifer

The darkness is where you find your light

How many times is you gon' rap about bustin' your

Gun

How many times is you gon' trap without bustin' your

Gun

Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general

Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals

And I ain't never did a day in my life

But it should be illegal to walk a day in

My life

I paid the price and the cost to be the

Boss

So you can rest your mouth

I'm universal so luda never limits himself to the south

I give a d*mn about ya hootin' and hollerin' it

Ain't botherin' me

I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to

Three

You know where I live but you ain't made it

To me

You ain't made I'm havin' a house party kid come

Get played

You got played my record label never jerked me

So shoot me stab me but words'll never hurt me

I feed off your energy my power's with God

So it's even better if you make ya diss record

Real hard

Lucifer oh lucifer

God of evil you're the God of hate

Lucifer oh lucifer

The darkness is where you find your light

See even without the bass and all that treble I'm

As hot as the devil

But I work for the top floor homie get on

My level

I'm bein' stripped away of powers 'coz I gave you

My blessin'

So it'll take more than majority vote to win this

Election

Man mixtapes are not my resume it's too hot

And I warned them I was comin' I got that

Number one spot

So unless you usin' tampons quit actin' stuck up

And do like your records say or shut the f*ck up

Do like your records say or shut the f*ck up

Do like your records say or shut the f*ck up

Shut the f*ck up shut the f*ck up

Lucifer oh lucifer

God of evil you're the God of hate

Lucifer oh lucifer

The darkness is where you find your light