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

[Verse 1:
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and
All world news, all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got and them cannons loaded up
Got them Xany's and 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 life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as
Fuck the
You give a kid 30 and think you sponsor somethin'?
I a village by myself nigga Compton comin'

[Hook: Barthe (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 through Beverley Hills, got 70
Ridin' Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling hopped in his
I got one, beam on the of his dome
Palm sweaty on the of the chrome
That's my
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew
We purge for the families, deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas who shot that plane down
298 innocent lives
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to
And so we

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