Lyrics:
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
bars
I Ride around the red sands in my red car
Motherfuckers know I'm insane
I couldn't fit all of my bentleys in one lane
Runnin' up the game my
heard. Why don’t they go away? War games ain’t the game I want to play… I won’t join no army, they can’t make me kill, they can wallow in their own death,
those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains
Trains
What became of the innocence
They had in childhood games
Painted red or blue
I want to tell a story
Of worldwar No.1
How lies of "death or glory"
Feeding on the gun
"This is the war of intrigues
This is the war of pain
to it
Chorus
Score, this ain't no game this is war
Score, this ain't no game this is war
Score, this ain't no game this is war
Score, this ain't no game
song
Stop thinking blue cuz it's been red all along
I think it's better if we all get along
Divisive issues party people headstrong
They lead by fear
in the shark tank
Beef with us will make ya death sooner if it's far away
I'm a hard head, ballin hard as Timmy Hardaway
I live by that Art of War
the pain
Tempered like steel, Break ya back like Bane
Thunder and Rain, God of War
Rollin' Thru on a Red Horse
It's my turn, To make shit burn
Feel the fire
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
ghost never nice in the game step on my toes then I step on your head...
Your life not worthy for guns but out of respect it will end by my hands
My wall
we'll slide Paul Revere
This a DRAC
This not Josh
If he run up on me nigga, I'll kick him out his crocs, huh
Aye
Red Beam, Chicken Polks
Aye
He just got
Got a red eye on
Got a red eye on
I've got a red eye on
Gonna bring it on like a war machine
When it hits your like a wave
You're not gonna
Like pain is a game people like to play
As much as these hustlers and hoes
And the rats on the domes that spot all the flaws
Like luck on a daily
But
Tsunami of hate! destroyer of your faith!
You'll wash by blood! purify by death! (*2)
Sky's turning red! earth made of blood shed!
Prosthetic of my hate
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
on her
Go to war for her ass; she a devil, and she know it
Red lace fan she the only one I'm wanting
I can't stand I don't know where the hell I am going
I can see it's all games
I'm a renagade
You know it's funny
When it rains it pours
You got money for wars
But can't feed the poor
(I'm a renagade)
You
I can see it's all games
I'm a renagade
You know it's funny
When it rains it pours
You got money for wars
But can't feed the poor
(I'm a renagade)
You
but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for
the troopers brought the cans out
Ran in the house, snatched princess & took his man out
Just casualties of the war we know
A set up by his evil brother
hostages
Why 'cause we're ruled by ruthlessness
Can't get voices out my head
It's so loud
Smoke this Red straight to my head
I burn out
Can't get demons out
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