War Gamez

This is Il Duce Five star general Ray Luv And I brought some real thugs with me General EDI Amin General Napoleon General Kastro And General Noble Soldiers in the game [ Chorus ] Fuck the cops, they'll never stop us Not even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicopters We got choppers, we young mobsters Money, power and star fame Die or ride, nigga, in this war game Fuck the teachers who couldn't reach us They try to police, cell at the jail house, seat ya Don't wanna see ya, it's the teacher's the one to blame Now I'm havin star fame Fuckin off money in this war game [ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ] Pull out my weapon, now I'm steppin, bringin foes my heat We challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weak It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to bust Bitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to dust Got me madder than a bag of fuckin sherm and dust You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us) Now we gon' see who got the biggest fuckin nuts in this thang of us Talkin shit, but nigga, you ain't came to bust Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the pinky rings (These niggas don't know who they fuckin with, man) Big Eddie eat a muthafucka like spaghetti In the formation we ready, freebasin the competition for fetti Shoot your shit up like civil war Gettysburg (What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd We put it down like a fat-ass crew of construction workers (Fuck with us now, nigga, there's gon' be a murder) And that's for certain, catch the muthafuckin curtain call Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link 'Lawz serve em all Break a muthafucka off, soldier, raw dog Smother everything livin for the muthafuckin cause I'm a rebel without a pause A untouchable, better keep your paws off Or meet the sawed off We all balls, nigga, and all hog Westside till I die, rough, rugged (real raw, nigga) [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 2: EDI Amin ] Now who the fuck want trouble Me and the 'Lawz bring the drama on the double Bustin out a bubble, gettin you for a bundle Stickin you in the trunk, too, fuck you You thought we wouldn't touch you? We rushed you EDI Amin died, I watch a young nigga rise up Born a fuckin rider, ain't gon' stop till I gotta Fuck coppers and the world, bang back till they feel us My freedom come with a mag, so they probably gon' kill us They only gon' hear us when we there heavy metal So take ( ? ) my niggas, we got a score to settle War games, but it really ain't a game Muthafuckas is sprayin, body parts hangin Gangbangin, turf wars or whatever you wanna call it We're all dyin for it [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: Young Noble ] Nob layin back in a Ac seat, blast my heat Watch theses niggas run like they in a track meet Smash my past beef, got blasted on the last street They all weak if you ask me Still a deuce slugger, Outlaw like a muthafucka Doubt y'all like a muthafucka You need to raise up Before you fuck around and get blazed up Before you fuck around and get chased up By some Jersey thugs, don't care who you thought or Heard we was, I murder your blood Or your next akin, hop out on your blcok In a stretch Benz, protect the neck your best friend Just to fuck with ya, you're hardcore, do your thug thizzle Nigga, these Outlaw streets, they love ( ? ) And Khadafi, cause niggas cock the hammers sloppy I'm there when y'all callin, ain't down without me Outlawz [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 4: Kastro ] Hey yo, I don't play fair, warfare never been fair Make a giant non-violent, turn a bear to a queer This thug life we stuck with it, born, sick and tired And tired of bein sick, I'm torn and I ain't lyin In this deadly game of death could be no fun at all Sleepin on your feet, pistol deep against the wall Day one and day none is how I do it, do it all True and truer than y'all, yellin, "Fuck the law" ( ? ) where it's darker than a thousand nights Although we walkin under sun in a thousand lights Wantin a thousand stripes, findin a life of your own Livin ill or in prison alone on the bone It's a hard thing, sho' as hell ain't no card game It's all plain and all pain in this war game