Warzone, Pt. 2 (Remix)

[Intro: Yus Gz]
(They let 4mosa on the track, bitch)
(JSH!)
Huh, like, like, like
Grrah, like grrah, like grrah
Baow-baow (Ah)

[Chorus: Yus Gz]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I blam
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get him clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta move tact', like (EBS)
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him running like track
Like, think, bro not a 'ooter, you smacked (Baow, baow)

[Verse 1: Yus Gz & 22Gz]
They like, "Yus, you the face of the Bronx," that's a fact (Like what?)
Make a move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped (Boom)
Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back (Baow, baow)
Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap (Baow, baow)
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap (Don't run)
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat'
I'm a top three shotta, better check out the stats (Like what?)
Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was runnin', he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper the Blixk')

[Verse 2: 22Gz]
Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stomach shot, nigga better get rushed (Boom, boom)
Head tap, you can see all the pus (Grrah, grrah)
My lil' stepper tryna hang out the truck
Soon as he lack, he in a pack (Skrrt, skrrt)
If he ain't dead then we spinnin' it back (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got like thirty shots up in the strap (Grrt, grrt)
Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it'll go grrat (Bah, bah, bah)
Click at his face, all you see was the splat (Grrah, grrt)
Gun in the river, we been movin' tact' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Brodie don't talk much, 'cause he do walk-ups
Spin through they 'jects, niggas better be cautious (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We put a opp from the X then to the coffin (Grrt, grrt)
Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him (Boom, boom)
'Ooters on go, I ain't tryna make it hot
We tryna score, they ain't playin' they block (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Spot him, I promise, he dead on the spot (Grrah, grrt)
I kept on clickin' 'til I seen him drop (Kept on clickin')
Niggas be rappers, actors, chattin', cappin', probably be rattin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Catch him in traffic (Grrt), know it's a basket (Bah), pack him, shouldn't have been lackin' (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Yus Gz]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back
Reload and bend and we spinning right back
Like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I blam
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get him clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him running like track
Like, think, bro not a 'ooter, you smacked