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

1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, my thoughts
the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole Israel and Palestine
All world news, all these dead bodies
All these dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them loaded up
Got Xany's and that lean in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother fuckers
that you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for kids as victims
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga comin'

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

[Verse 2:
if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 in the eagle
And shot one, Sterling hopped in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my
So we purge Sandusky, purge
Purge every fucker rapin' women in
Purge 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, deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot that plane
298 lives severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same cops passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past
I his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson this German luger
Cause I'm more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my Pac was livin'
But he fell to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, beat up Rodney King
We up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot 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 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 question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!