Lyrics:
the lights
And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga
Blood red
Blood red
If they don't know by now, they about to find out
Blood red
Blood
right
I'm ready for war
Young Hova, holla yeah
I got the fifth, niggas
You have to pick niggas off of the ground
When I pick niggas off with
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
game bananas
My man Santana
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggas saying he (down, but
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
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
Yo, ASAP here
We 'bout to kill a fucking game
You know who the fuck we are
You know my motherfucking name
I fucked your dame and she bought me
كلامي حرب
حرب حرب حرب
(War, war, war… My color is war, my religion is war. War, war, war, my roots are war, my name and my being are war, my tastes are
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then Wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm
your games
Remember The account thing that was my first red flag
You could never understand how that made me made me mad
By doing that it's like
the gears of the war
Hadouken, straight to your jaw
Think it's a game like Street Fighter 4
What you think they call man the street fighter for?
Man I be
nothing
It'll take it's toll this is a red eyed illusion
Surprise you're awake the afterworld isn't as nice in the day
No war within these walls curated
Ain’t it funny how we’re living life through telephone screens
Half of us totally blind, chasing the green by all means
The other half has seen the red
gettin' money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest
Come at us if you ready for war
Whoever you are
Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red
blinders
You'd think I got an apron on
Serving packs like sliders
Humbled by the trenches
We're all bred in the violence
But if we go to war
My four
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops
conquered by a villain
Knowing deep inside I ain't interested in living
Knowing deep inside I can't live without my children
Let's go to war
Let's go to war
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
It's Red Lyfe
It's Red Lyfe
Nobody safe anymore
Had to wake you niggas up, I couldn't wait anymore
Got so much shit on my mind, couldn't think
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