Ludacris - War With God Lyrics

The time has come, for bad things to leave
The time has come, for life 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 nothing 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 nuthin' but who the fuck I am
Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man
Understand, nuthin' you did makes you better nigga
You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga
Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em
I fit four of your houses inside my daughters 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 what ya wanna say, and you can talk that talk
But real niggas ain't doing no talkin' cause we walk that walk
Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan
So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multimillion man

How many times is you goin' rap about busting your gun
How many times is you goin' trap without busting 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, Luda never limits himself to the south
I give a damn about ya hootin' and hollerin', and 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 nigga
I'm havin' a house party, kid come get played nigga
You got played, my record label never jerked me
So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me
I feed off your energy, my powers with God
So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard

See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil
And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level
I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin'
So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election
Man, mix tapes or not my resume is too hot
And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number one spot
So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up
And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up