Lyrics:
is the reindeer games
And they call me Rudolph the Red
They know I don't rip a mic
But I chew off the head
Spit it at the PD's and DJ's and VJ's who be
Yeah, man yeah
Yea, I'm comin', man
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
Blew the whole bag on my neck
I
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
All is, all is fair in love and war
Level with me you got the floor
On my sleeves my heart I wore
Red and waving I ignore
It will work and yes I
doublin'
Cop a pair like 12 man
I get 'em by the dozen
'Cause I'm who they see
I'm feeling new every week
Ain't let me come in the game
So the game I to bust
Lately, I been in a war with myself
The direction that I'm headin'
Lookin' bad for my health
Feelin' threatened, by the questions
That I'm askin' in
a good man see red
I'm not listening to what you're saying
'Cause I know what you've been playing - war games
War games, and I want nothing to do
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
red or you're feeling blue
If you wanna bust caps and wear them too
If you like warfare in stylish headwear
Well, have we got the game for you
No,
rolling through the punches
Twist of fate I'm still adjusting
You can do it if you love it nothing else can me smile
Seconds go by the game can change in
nigga
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the niggas the whole fucking clip
Every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go
of the beast
War I'm talking bout war
The F1-11 flying overhead , America shouts kill the goddam Red
The Arabs from the East are coming for your throat
It's
know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots
Red light
Green light
Red light
Green light
Death comes
Like a thief
In the night
Don't lose your soul
Just keep it
Life ain't a game
Just deep it
down though, y'all can
'cause we 'bout to change the game
Can you feel that?
If you really wanna change the game let me hear ya say 'ohh yeah'
Haha, I
me to burn the flame on
Turn insane on
Thunder, lightning and rain on
If you want war, then it's game on
Using your head I'll bust a window pane
hustle we be rubbing out
All the promises they made that they can’t keep
We ‘bout to start a war so we make it rich
Yeah
We’ll be breaking up the silence
without tears
Games without frontiers
War without tears
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai
to war, okay?)
Everybody's coming with guns
Niggas gettin' pimped by Columbians
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch
Nigga's slangin' but
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
they belong in the runnel
When I spit all you see is red
Red
I'll leave you snoozing in bed
Bed
By the time you know it, you'll be dead
Bullet thought
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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