Текст песни Ray Luv f Outlawz - War Gamez
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This is Il DuceFive star generalRay Luvand I brought some real thugs with meGeneral EDI AminGeneral NapoleonGeneral Kastroand General NobleSoldiers in the game[ CHORUS ]Fuck the cops, they`ll never stop usNot even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicoptersWe got choppers, we young mobstersMoney, power and star fameDie or ride, nigga, in this war gameFuck the teachers who couldn`t reach usThey try to police, cell at the jail house, seat yaDon`t wanna see ya, it`s the teacher`s the one to blameNow I`m havin star fameFuckin off money in this war game[ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ]Pull out my weapon, now I`m steppin, bringin foes my heatWe challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weakIt`s been a while, now we finally got our turn to bustBitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to dustGot me madder than a bag of fuckin sherm and dustYou wanna kick it (but can`t hang with us)Now we gon` see who got the biggest fuckin nuts in this thang of usTalkin shit, but nigga, you ain`t came to bustMake 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 spaghettiIn the formation we ready, freebasin the competition for fettiShoot your shit up like civil war Gettysburg(What if they hit us back?) Don`t be absurdWe 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 callWorkin y`all, smokin big, hurtin y`all, Link `Lawz serve em allBreak a muthafucka off, soldier, raw dogSmother everything livin for the muthafuckin causeI`m a rebel without a pauseA untouchable, better keep your paws offOr meet the sawed offWe all balls, nigga, and all hogWestside till I die, rough, rugged (real raw, nigga)[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: EDI Amin ]Now who the fuck want troubleMe and the `Lawz bring the drama on the doubleBustin out a bubble, gettin you for a bundleStickin you in the trunk, too, fuck youYou thought we wouldn`t touch you? We rushed youEDI Amin died, I watch a young nigga rise upBorn a fuckin rider, ain`t gon` stop till I gotta Fuck coppers and the world, bang back till they feel usMy freedom come with a mag, so they probably gon` kill usThey only gon` hear us when we there heavy metalSo take ( ? ) my niggas, we got a score to settleWar games, but it really ain`t a gameMuthafuckas is sprayin, body parts hanginGangbangin, turf wars or whatever you wanna call itWe`re all dyin for it[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Young Noble ]Nob layin back in a Ac seat, blast my heatWatch theses niggas run like they in a track meetSmash my past beef, got blasted on the last streetThey all weak if you ask meStill a deuce slugger, Outlaw like a muthafuckaDoubt y`all like a muthafuckaYou need to raise upBefore you fuck around and get blazed upBefore you fuck around and get chased upBy some Jersey thugs, don`t care who you thought orHeard we was, I murder your bloodOr your next akin, hop out on your blcokIn a stretch Benz, protect the neck your best friendJust to fuck with ya, you`re hardcore, do your thug thizzleNigga, these Outlaw streets, they love ( ? )And Khadafi, cause niggas cock the hammers sloppyI`m there when y`all callin, ain`t down without meOutlawz[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4: Kastro ]Hey yo, I don`t play fair, warfare never been fairMake a giant non-violent, turn a bear to a queerThis thug life we stuck with it, born, sick and tiredAnd tired of bein sick, I`m torn and I ain`t lyinIn this deadly game of death could be no fun at allSleepin on your feet, pistol deep against the wallDay one and day none is how I do it, do it allTrue and truer than y`all, yellin, "Fuck the law"( ? ) where it`s darker than a thousand nightsAlthough we walkin under sun in a thousand lightsWantin a thousand stripes, findin a life of your ownLivin ill or in prison alone on the boneIt`s a hard thing, sho` as hell ain`t no card gameIt`s all plain and all pain in this war game