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the game - block wars lyrics

[intro]
know what the f-ck be p-ssing me off? the other motherf-ckers think they running my block. jump off that f-cking stoop, hit the f-cking gate, n-gg- grab your burners it’s time to go to war. i give the n-gg-s a whole f-cking clip every motherf-cking round in this motherf-cker you can get

[verse 1]
n-gg-s run up on this red ’64
you get a white tag on your big toe
these ain’t punch lines, n-gg-s kick doors
leave your baby mama with her lip swole
all handguns, n-gg-s pack light
n-gg-‘s mouth loose but my strap tight
n-gg-s slide through and they bust first
we killin’ everybody that night
block wars, we bout that life
scuffed j’s and them fist fights
dead bodies on dead bodies
savage, that’s what i live like
go and chop a n-gg- head off
f-ck around, let the rounds h-t you
blood splattered on a n-gg-‘s (?)
all i had to do was give a signal
magazines if you got an issue
hit one n-gg- with the source
hit two n-gg-s with the vibe
b-tch i kill your vibe
it’s a reason n-gg-s can’t f-ck with ya
i’m a compton n-gg- and i don’t give a f-ck
n-gg- walk around with that pistol tucked
i do drive-bys out a plenty truck
[hook]
(murder-murder)
have you ever seen a murder?
(murder-murder)
boom-boom-boom, let ’em
have you ever seen a murder?
have you ever seen a dead body?
got a chopper with some rounds on it
boop-boop, hittin’ everybody
turn the corner for your mama house
put a n-gg- in the trunk
c-ck your sh-t and walk around the corner
promise n-gg- this ain’t what you want
n-gg- ain’t what you want
n-gg- ain’t what you want
n-gg- ain’t what you want
no, n-gg- ain’t what you want
(murder-murder)
boop-boop-boop
(murder-murder)

[verse 2]
pull up on your block, take that sh-t over
stolen choppers out of stolen rovers
supernova bullets rippin’ through corollas
pure shooter like demare derozan
hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
12 gauges on the trap sofas
naked b-tches in the kitchen whippin’ yola
pockets fat like a young oprah
told the n-gg- he ain’t want the clip
i’m filthy rich and still with the sh-t
his mama cryin’ but his son a b-tch
i had her view the body like she from the 6
bullets ricochetin’ all through the block
n-gg- run his mouth like he knew the cops
i do the shootin’ while the shooters watch
then cook crack in a newer pot
move me? gotta move the block
that means take shots like it’s lou dot
n-gg-s talkin’ bout the game like it’s espn
i’ll put your -ss with stuart scott
no conscious mind, the chronic got
my mind blown
i can’t stop with the murder sh-t
burn rubber, burn a clip
a lot of n-gg-s died on (?) sh-t

[hook]
murder, murder, murder
have you ever seen a dead body?
have you ever seen a murder?
have you ever seen a dead body?
have you ever seen a murder?
have you ever seen a dead body?
got a chopper with some rounds on it
boop-boop, hittin’ everybody
turn the corner for your mama house
put a n-gg- in the trunk
c-ck your sh-t and walk around the corner
promise n-gg- this ain’t what you want

[outro]
everybody lay the f-ck down, you know who it is n-gg-. ay, what the f-ck you doing? n-gg- come here n-gg-. gun in your motherf-cking mouth. n-gg- put that motherf-cking gun down before i smoke your motherf-cking homie. ay yo and get all this sh-t n-gg-. i’m about to kill this n-gg-, f-ck you n-gg-. you dying too b-tch -ss n-gg-, n-gg-. get the f-ck out of here

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