shoot ?em down Don?t want no part of your wars Don?t want to hear that silent sound Dead bodies on the ground Don?t want no part of your wars Your ads
we leave our children? Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now Listen, your friends have been broken They tell us of your poison, now we know Kill
Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire no doubt Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars
That my enemies could be blasted by Ooh, metaphors, views that are better for You can't survive or find your competitor Rise together or fight separate wars
Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage and scream for more All I see, Pussy Galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not
brings Can't you see we're out for blood? Love from a shotgun, license to kill Can't you see we're out for blood? The kids scream in fright through
You've been the master, kill with a laughter Your screams of peace are wrong and loud 'Cause so we are and here we are We scream and shout Your laughing
if they did that to your sister? What if they did that to your mother? What if they did that to your sister? What if they did that to your Ma? On your Star Wars
screams as she bleeds upon the rocks sickened by my self-flagellation but i don't know how to stop where is your love, my loving god? - breakdown i
know anything you need, baby, ask your man You was there from a half a grand Now it's kelos to C notes and how fast your grands We ball like we own the world Your
full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your
next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] Your Hawaiian
's oh so surreal Apathy is so hip, everyone's doing it In your sterile life, in your sterile life Apathy is so hip, everyone's doing it In your sterile life, in your
." [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] The War of Gods and Men I condemn them who believe In ancient fallacies and the heresy of thieves Burn the unholy in your
the Pastor, I'm still that nigga Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams And my team, my original team, killers and bandates Try your
the street 'cause that's where you gonna die But you won't listen cause your mind is one track And your head is hard And your getting flipped, and your talking back Showing your
get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots
harm Ain't my fault I like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans, when I go in for the kill Tribal wars