Ray Luv - War Gamez lyrics

This is Il Duce Five star general Ray Luv And I brought some real thugs with me General EDI Amin General Napoleon General Kastro And General Noble Soldiers in the game [ Chorus ] f** the cops, they'll never stop us Not even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicopters We got choppers, we young mobsters Money, power and star fame Die or ride, n***a, in this war game f** the teachers who couldn't reach us They try to police, cell at the jail house, seat ya Don't wanna see ya, it's the teacher's the one to blame Now I'm havin star fame f**in off money in this war game [ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ] Pull out my weapon, now I'm steppin, bringin foes my heat We challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weak It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to bust b**h n***as got rich while the homie burned to dust Got me madder than a bag of f**in sherm and dust You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us) Now we gon' see who got the biggest f**in nuts in this thang of us Talkin sh**, but n***a, you ain't came to bust Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the pinky rings (These n***as don't know who they f**in with, man) Big Eddie eat a muthaf**a like spaghetti In the formation we ready, freebasin the competition for fetti Shoot your sh** up like civil war Gettysburg (What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd We put it down like a fat-a** crew of construction workers (f** with us now, n***a, there's gon' be a murder) And that's for certain, catch the muthaf**in curtain call Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link 'Lawz serve em all Break a muthaf**a off, soldier, raw dog Smother everything livin for the muthaf**in cause I'm a rebel without a pause A untouchable, better keep your paws off Or meet the sawed off We all balls, n***a, and all hog Westside till I die, rough, rugged (real raw, n***a) [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 2: EDI Amin ] Now who the f** want trouble Me and the 'Lawz bring the drama on the double Bustin out a bubble, gettin you for a bundle Stickin you in the trunk, too, f** you You thought we wouldn't touch you? We rushed you EDI Amin died, I watch a young n***a rise up Born a f**in rider, ain't gon' stop till I gotta f** coppers and the world, bang back till they feel us My freedom come with a mag, so they probably gon' k** us They only gon' hear us when we there heavy metal So take ( ? ) my n***as, we got a score to settle War games, but it really ain't a game Muthaf**as is sprayin, body parts hangin Gangbangin, turf wars or whatever you wanna call it We're all dyin for it [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: Young Noble ] Nob layin back in a Ac seat, blast my heat Watch theses n***as run like they in a track meet Smash my past beef, got blasted on the last street They all weak if you ask me Still a deuce slugger, Outlaw like a muthaf**a Doubt y'all like a muthaf**a You need to raise up Before you f** around and get blazed up Before you f** around and get chased up By some Jersey thugs, don't care who you thought or Heard we was, I murder your blood Or your next akin, hop out on your blcok In a stretch Benz, protect the neck your best friend Just to f** with ya, you're hardcore, do your thug thizzle n***a, these Outlaw streets, they love ( ? ) And Khadafi, cause n***as co*k the hammers sloppy I'm there when y'all callin, ain't down without me Outlawz [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 4: Kastro ] Hey yo, I don't play fair, warfare never been fair Make a giant non-violent, turn a bear to a queer This thug life we stuck with it, born, sick and tired And tired of bein sick, I'm torn and I ain't lyin In this deadly game of d**h could be no fun at all Sleepin on your feet, pistol deep against the wall Day one and day none is how I do it, do it all True and truer than y'all, yellin, "f** the law" ( ? ) where it's darker than a thousand nights Although we walkin under sun in a thousand lights Wantin a thousand stripes, findin a life of your own Livin ill or in prison alone on the bone It's a hard thing, sho' as hell ain't no card game It's all plain and all pain in this war game