Lyrics:
this bitch
I feel like a hitman
Cause the more i kill
The more chance i get rich
And who the fuck you think you are
Next game tug of war
Pull that rope i
Bombaclot war? Hmm? Hmm?
Ramp with me?
Come on!
Mi seh!
Mi shot pussihole people for fun!
Who want test me, come on!
Come on!
All rats gotta
Life's too exhausting and
That makes you untouchable
Death's so insignificant
And that makes me too play the game
Blood's so wasteful and
Flesh is too
I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing
I'm
the 12th led by the one
We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called
poor, Trying to get a lil more
Maybe start a lil war, Drill into a village shore
And still we're here spilling that shit into where our rivers pour
WTF I
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
Life's a game, you risk it all
Stack the deck and then you fall
Russian roulette, counterfeit
Russian roulette through your head
One chance to win
a game, this ain't a game, this ain't a game
Love is a war and I'm on the battlefield
It's nothing but sunken ships we ended like Battleship
But this ain't
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
of the snow is discoloured with blood
Winter's innocence defiled by summer's soul
Red eyes in the dark reveal Death's mood
Man's heart only has a bottomless
the game
I'll end it
By this hate that you help the world create
I've been sent
Now repent
I'm the war that comes to you
I'm the plague that follows through
know the deal)
I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah)
Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah)
She said she in love, what's
to the game
When your scandalous living trife
That's when you fuck with a real nigga gotta pay with your life
[Xzibit (chorus)]
X!
Want a war? Die on
Walk
Notorious
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
to war and we come back tenaciously
I smoked an ounce by myself call it therapy
Came out of therapy with a new recipe
Man it's so crazy they'd call it
you are under attack by your own mind?"
In this war, we could go tit for tat
Like ra ta tat
He might grab a glat
To end all that
I'm begging you
up at the sky and I see
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red
Please, won't you push
up at the sky and I see
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red
Please, won't you push
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
We're born, we live, we work, we die The game's the same, only the players change
We're born, we live, we work, we die The game's the same, only
them crown
Dirt g city yow squash man
We evil too inno born fi shoot from ah war with the 6 then ah dirt fi you
And if ah fame you ah look come make
Ay, get up, boy we finna get down
You could get dissected by the needle, keep your head down
Yeah, the work illegal so nobody else can know bout it
you're not aiming for the top
What you aiming for? Waging war since Columbus came on shore
Arrowhead to your head nowadays we just aim the four
What you
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