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War

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
What, Crooklyn Dodger 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene
Me and Premo, you know, New York
wick, Bedstuy and all those good places

Yo, my main frame, like a soldier
Ready for war, push ups get my chest up
the deal Preme? I mean the scape
I think I got it in nigga, War Games is the theme

Rap commando, what's my O.C. ample to rock shit
niggas who pop shit green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide through enemy lines a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin' through you zone with

'Cuz the dark skinned run through your section
Flesh ya bones, built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill so called killas
I no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us

The Renaissance Man, I with real like grenade
Sharp like gem 'cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope been for years
Now I'm back in the and I declare War Games

I bust off like a M-16 rippin' through screens head to toe
Blood soak up your jeans, rap veteran, earn my stripes, wars
Opposing forces, O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you kinda like throwing up

Cautious, ya step, land rhymes blowin' up
Havin' a for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, a plan for the government

Six Million like Steve Austin, apprehended if I am
In times and my will erupt
M-16 tapecatin', voids with ammo
Bust it a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

When I get you in the square, then I end you
All MC's make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, the fame
Feelin' the lane to shoot, I War Games

I War Games
For niggas who flaunt for more fame
Gorilla warfare, issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire camouflage and power

I declare War
For niggas who figgas for more fame
warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof and power

pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your and that bad bitch
from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, up and smoke

toge it, back to B.I. see I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any
Dutch Master superior blend, me right
Young Phillies a toke of my rap and get the Willies para

Noid, niggas all non
Fuck O.C., get your life destroyed
a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New

Over seas I conquer, rough like
to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose in my own
From the first verse, you saw my plan
I mean same name, never change
My is the demo competition on the mic
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