Lyrics:
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I wanna help
But still I'm steppin', keep my weapon
Must protect myself
The promise
hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun
Body goes numb and ya eye lids close
From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low
Cause
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
Three AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like
Jeanie has a dad that might as well be dead.
A case of day habit and three other kids.
She's a much more beautiful person
Then you'll ever know.
She
cold wind
War with me trust me you ain't gon win
Tryna be a warrior but they Jeremy Lin
Make him walk free like greedo
Dodging these bullets I'm feeling
to the mansion- you can lamp there for free,
freak you sexually, like Tommy did to Pamela Lee,
on the sand, catchin a tan, bangin out by the sea,
I need you with
options the world faces the fact
The West wants the blast play the victim's part
Kickin' World War 3 from the very start
Never so close a nuclear night
Cold
A Peacock
Battle Field Tryna Find The Whole Like A Red Fox
Me Against The World Now I'm Feeling Like Tupac
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Gee]
Its World War
and blood shed
Because there's no exit and no such thing as three men
You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps
And there's definitely no
the Iceni:]
In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with
a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in
01.MONKEY ON OUR BACKS
(Tommy Denander - Olle Romö)
Verse
Come on in to this human game
Another round of blame
They have a bullet with every name
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
Fighting one to three
Niggas killed by me
Going beast mode
I'm an A.P.E
Fighting one to three
Niggas killed by me
Going beast mode
I'm an A.P.E
war with
Any snake or whore that
Wanna play me for it
Cuz some of these angels
Are shape-shifters
Yo they shape is morphing
Her name is Lauren
The babes
raised by a queen
And betrayed by people I put on
However, it's lonely on the thrown
And casualties in war
How you win to lose
Dodging dollar bill
Like
blow by the kilo
With enough white sand to fill a whole grain silo
Move snow like winter to your door like hinges
Grow plants by the inches find me
mean shit, sweet, I do not go nowhere without a gun
Dressed all black just like a nun, I'm known for makin' niggas run
But just like World War II, I
out on the road
9 to 5 or the streets ties
However it go
For the power of starz
Is you Tommy or Ghost
It's all the same
In this dirty game
Parents
no that would take too long
How about twenty fucking thugs sent by Al Capone
So that's forty Tommy guns with a bullet cyclone
It very obvious that your
Yeah i'm back on an old school track gonna pull up with a gat what the fucks up with that
Throw me the hat oh yeah Tommy Hilfiger back in the game
with raggedy clothes and torn flip flops
Or the teen mom who got knocked up and is left alone
Or the dad stressing to take care of his 3 children on his
this game is to live or die
In L.A. once upon a drive-by
[ CHORUS: The Godfather Rock TE ]
Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta are?dd
MC's
cheeks and hustle, nigga (uh-huh)
Game time, yeek twenty-three, the clip hang time
Gang signs, friendly fire, we ain't on the same side
Never catch me
Discuss these war games by tommy wright iii Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In