This is War

[Intro: MJeezy]
You know it started with GC1
Then it naturally developed into the second album, GC2
Both of which nominated for Album of the Year
While we didn’t win, but hey, we thought, we might as well go for a third one right?
Aye, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Bitch! the GCs are back
Better sound off the alarms
Gloves off get ‘em smacked
Unimaginable harm
Fuck it the GCs are back
Third time’s the charm
We’re going all on the attack
Emergency, this here is war
Yeah, the GCs are back
Better sound off the alarms
Gloves off, get ‘em smacked
Unimaginable harm
Fuck it the GCs are back
Third time’s the charm
We’re going all on the attack
Emergency, this here is war

[Verse 1: MJeezy]
We’re back at it like crack addicts
We’re pragmatic like mathematics
Staying silent, we’re bad at it
Can’t be quite, I need all static
I killed the mic, I took a stab it
I beat the beat, I took a jab at it
I fucked your bitch, I am a damn savage
I’m a prodigy, a god damn havoc
This ain’t for amatures, different calibres
I come with the stamina, light up the cameras
When we pull up, better come with the flows
Come with the bars or get your top blown
God damn, I’m too cold
Bars stay fresh and they never get old
We’re sitting on gold, hits to the soul, so I’ve been told
This here the start like the yellow brick road

[Hook]
Bitch! the GCs are back
Better sound off the alarms
Gloves off get ‘em smacked
Unimaginable harm
Fuck it the GCs are back
Third time’s the charm
We’re going all on the attack
Emergency, this here is war
Yeah, the GCs are back
Better sound off the alarms
Gloves off, get ‘em smacked
Unimaginable harm
Fuck it the GCs are back
Third time’s the charm
We’re going all on the attack
Emergency, this here is war

[Verse 2: AJT]
It’s the apocalypse at your door step
The horse men, had enough of all of your horse shit
Only time we felt remorse is showing up at your door step
’n see you have intercourse with corpses
I’m born ready, don’t need to get set
Took a nap reading your death threats
Then I lay you Mofuckas into the dirt, tucking the remains of your body in its death bed
You started a war, what for? Bringing out a lion hunting a boar, you’re done for
GC3’s the encore, we killin the scene, nothing serene, yet the real ones want more
No eye for an eye, even dying can't, save you from the dark Ironman, a tyrant slashing your diaphragm so…
I am the Ayatollah with the launch codes