War Gamez lyrics

Artist  : Ray Luv 
Song : War Gamez



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 f/ Outlawz



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 ]

Fuck 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, nigga, in this war game

Fuck 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

Fuckin 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

Bitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to
dust

Got me madder than a bag of fuckin sherm and
dust

You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us)

Now we gon' see who got the biggest fuckin nuts
in this thang of us

Talkin shit, but nigga, you ain't came to
bust

Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the
pinky rings

(These niggas don't know who they fuckin with,
man)

Big Eddie eat a muthafucka like spaghetti

In the formation we ready, freebasin the
competition for fetti

Shoot your shit up like civil war Gettysburg

(What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd

We put it down like a fat-ass crew of
construction workers

(Fuck with us now, nigga, there's gon' be a
murder)

And that's for certain, catch the muthafuckin
curtain call

Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link
'Lawz serve em all

Break a muthafucka off, soldier, raw dog

Smother everything livin for the muthafuckin
cause

I'm a rebel without a pause

A untouchable, better keep your paws off

Or meet the sawed off

We all balls, nigga, and all hog

Westside till I die, rough, rugged (real raw,
nigga)



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 2: EDI Amin ]

Now who the fuck 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, fuck you

You thought we wouldn't touch you? We rushed
you

EDI Amin died, I watch a young nigga rise up

Born a fuckin rider, ain't gon' stop till I gotta


Fuck coppers and the world, bang back till they
feel us

My freedom come with a mag, so they probably gon'
kill us

They only gon' hear us when we there heavy
metal

So take ( ? ) my niggas, we got a score to
settle

War games, but it really ain't a game

Muthafuckas 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 niggas 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
muthafucka

Doubt y'all like a muthafucka

You need to raise up

Before you fuck around and get blazed up

Before you fuck 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 fuck with ya, you're hardcore, do your
thug thizzle

Nigga, these Outlaw streets, they love ( ? )

And Khadafi, cause niggas cock 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 death 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, "Fuck 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