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    "War Games" Lyrics


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    Uh yeah uh uh uh
    What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
    O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka
    Me and Premo, you know, East New York
    Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places

    My main frame, discipline like a soldier
    Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
    What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
    I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
    Rap commando, what's my handle
    O.C. ample to rock shit
    Battle niggas who pop shit
    Green bareen thought slicka
    I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
    Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
    Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
    Run thru your section
    Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
    Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
    Ill gorilla so called killas
    I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
    The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
    sharp like gem stars
    Cause massive scars
    O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
    Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games

    I bust off like a M-16
    Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
    Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
    Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
    Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
    Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
    Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
    He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
    Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
    Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
    Apprehended if I am
    In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
    M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
    Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
    When I get you in the square, then I end you career
    All MC's lets make one thing clear
    You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
    Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games

    [Chorus: x2]
    I declare War Games
    For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
    Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
    With fire proof camouflage and power

    Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
    This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
    Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
    Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
    Then toge it, back to B.I.
    See I can do this, I'm professional
    Too much weight to weigh any style
    Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
    Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
    Willies para-
    Noid, niggas all non void
    Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
    Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
    Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
    Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
    Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
    When I flow I get comatose
    In my own world
    From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
    I mean team same name, never change
    My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
    War Games

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    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Omar Gerryl Credle, Christopher E Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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