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let the games begin - rasheed lyrics

[rasheed]
battle in the field, shoot to k!ll
put a couple up in that coupe deville
scoop a mil, got a few to chill
put a n-gga on ice in a graveyard hill
i stay raw real, with the murderous sk!ll
put the body in the back of a automobile
collect my collateral bill, shatter your f-ckin’ grill
humidity heated when i step in the arena
better come cleaner with felonies, what you’re tellin’ me’s misdemeanor
bombs go off like firecrackers, stackin’ my foes like bricks
hoes on the mic like tricks
get ’em up hit ’em up, lit ’em up, i move too quick

chorus:

y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no win, let the m-th-f-ckin’ games begin

[rasheed]
rasheed lyrical gladiator, hysterical bustin’ at a hater
in an all black navigator
too sick to see with these suicidal symphonies
to get with me handle business efficiently
officially certified platinum with these lyrical murders
servin’ a h-ll of punch crunch time
blowin’ like landmines
brainless bodies droppin’ in no particular order
prepare for slaughter ammunition is gettin’ shorter
teleport the blood sport to ghetto block, put the game on lock
n-gga try to put ’em in shock
with the crocodiles
watch his m-th-f-ckin’ head drift down the nile
graphic murders three dimensional witch doctors
k!llin’ like shaka, from port lovaca to morocco

chorus

[rasheed]
demolition turn your hood into a sand castle
take the rest of your posse, wrap ’em up in a l-sso
tarintino couldn’t come more loony
strikin’ folks from dusk to dawn like george clooney
amazons want me in this jungle but i’m burnin’ t-tans
til’ i’m attacked by my foe and then it’s back to fightin’
bring your army meet me in the middle of the atlantic
and we can go out in war on a sinkin’ t-tanic
don’t panic, least you got granted to be a millionaire
let’s purchase two one way tickets on egypt air
library, mortuary
in front of your house or the cemetary
any time, any place, i’ma do whatever’s necessary

chorus

- rasheed lyrics

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