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[Intro: Stacy
We are dying, we are
Are we gonna Are we gonna die?
We are

1: Game]
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out as I in the dark
ashes on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna a hole between Israel and Palestine
All this world news, all these dead
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do like a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and cannons loaded up
Got Xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a
You hear them gun shots, now mother listenin'
Feel that you can take their cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
the Christian, kill you for these kids as victims
Fuck the
You a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by nigga Compton comin'

[Hook: Stacy (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, some times I gotta
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)

2: Game]
What if we ran Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker women in
niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South
babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, and my crew deep
We purge for the families, they deaths ain't in now
Crash my ass, niggas know who that plane down
298 innocent lives
Flyin' on wings all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the stores without harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in tense
I hope his mama tears is like to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German
Cause I'm probably more Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my nigga Pac was
But he fell victim to the Division, purge
killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney King
We tore up the city nigga,
Or just stand there J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!