War games ft. Robbins Lyrics

It's a war in the streets

It's a war in the Middle East

The beast coming to feast

Us loins we gotta eat

Cause starving

Is not an option

If we got to kill

If we got to rob and steal

No matter the drill

Ain't stopping

Until blood spilled

Gun to your head

Now say this

Prayer with me

I accept death

Before dishonor

Rather meet my maker

I won't see your honor

I'll get carried by six

Before I'm judged

By twelve

Life as a soldier

The world get colder

Weight just like a boulder

Watch over shoulders

Yea it's time to get ready

For the war games

Now ready your guns

It's time to ride today

Time to exterminate

Time to annihilate

Everybody die today

We ain't gotta say nothing

You gone do

What that choppa say

For our Superman niggas

We bringing on doomsday

Made a plan on Monday

Loaded up Tuesday

Moved up Wednesday

We ready for war today

It's a war in the streets

It's a war in the Middle East

The beast coming to feast

Us loins we gotta eat

Cause starving

Is not an option

If we got to kill

If we got to rob and steal

No matter the drill

Ain't stopping

Until blood spilled

Gun to your head

Now say this

Prayer with me

Im so tired of being broke

Ima show up at your home

With the smoke

Big boom

Ain't no flag sticking out

Of the end of the barrel

Not to brag but I'll kill

You like the joker

Did Robert De Niro

It's all joke until it

Starts getting real close

I'm Hitting harder then

Your momma knees when

She getting real low

And my bills getting high

So you know what means

Bullets might fly

Leave you feeling holy

Came from a place

Where you safe if you strapped

Only thing getting clapped

Is your girls ass

Lord I pray that

Learned how to aim that

Red beam at the range

At the young age of 18

Banana clip

Turn em to banna splits

Ain't shit sweet about this

Ill weed em out quick

I'll beat a dumb bitch

Talking all that dumb shit

You ain't hear about me

But you always heard this

I want my green

And the collards

I've been starving

Carving all the beef

Serving it to all

Chickens on the street

Who really want this heat

It's the winter but it's 93

Ill wear a beanie and

A hoodie in a whoopty with

The heater worker buddy

Ain't nobody hotter than me

I go harder than yah favorite rapper

Cause they softer than

Your favorite fabric

I'm the sanitizer

99 percent of you rappers

Are not a problem

Only one i fear is god

And my faith been strong

The waits been long

So if we go to war

Know its personal

Ill drive the hurse to the funeral

Free of charge

Watch the clock

When the hand stops

On the right time

Fuck that homie

Now its my time

Night night

To these other

Guys nice try

Maybe next time

Have the check right

Before you ask for the mike

Ima crush it like a can of sprite

This is Robbins life

It's a war in the streets

It's a war in the Middle East

The beast coming to feast

Us loins we gotta eat

Cause starving

Is not an option

If we got to kill

If we got to rob and steal

No matter the drill

Ain't stopping

Until blood spilled

Gun to your head

Now say this

Prayer with me