Lyrics:
the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Track master sound now
of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost
deep I ride alone
Survival of the fittest in this
New era Contra war zone
I’m in a fitted with my
Blueberry Encore 4s on
I’m trying to stomp a fucking
I think it's like two or three
Cutting people out my life I treat them like a blooper scenes
Yeah yeah
For the ones that's loyal imma treat them even
declining I take power like Tommy
I was ghosted for 6 seasons
Ascended so timely
I woke up
Well grew a set
Like I birth a movement
Y'all throw 3s
I throw
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
That's a four course meal, and the last ain't free
So
If you want more
Don't declare war
Just count me in
Like six, five, four
Three, one, two shoot
Don't
Spider on the mic
Everyone if you mean literally right
In this game we ain't got no laws
Regroup for a bit take a pause
Tommy, Ray, this one's for ya'll
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You
Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone-lone-lone
Is there anybody out
fail
They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation
Well who would you want to define you?
Someone else or yourself?
Whatever
Waiting for kevo to make his way home
Racks on the way
Jay r hit the plug the plug so the packs on the way
Brake that bitch oh thats Mac by the way
50k in 3
You know I love it today,
We think there's no other way
Other than more war and killing
And were all caught in a game
Memetical slaves
And we've been
3 mill 4
5 Milly, 6 milly always want more, yeah
You treat this like a game and
I'mma treat it like a war
I'm busy counting bodies
While you focused
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
Eating and learning to act hungry
>From South Cat country, hustling cane
I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game
Verse Three: Styles Paniro
I
OK you want to go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.
say shit, even when they ain't shit
Nigga know you ain't this, fuck out my
[VERSE 3]
Lemme demonstrate, cause you lazy yeah
Take it by it's fucking
Soutside motherfucker!!!!
Chorus
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody,
about the wait?
You can't see me in the ring
Niggas know I'm cutting up and I do all them types of things
When I shoot the quick 3 I ball I'm scoring
like ten hours
Came in the game now it’s ours
Didn’t need the tommy just to get power
Cayenne peppers on the slice
Mix it up mix it up nice
Gucci
bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself
‘Cold War II’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and David ‘Fort Knox’ Freeman
(Lets Go!)
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
There's two rules
[Sample and scratch over Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods]:
"I got lots of love for my crew that is" x 3
[Evidence]
Young buck in the game
started
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