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"War Games Lyrics"

O Du Lieber Augustin Lyrics
O du lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin, o du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin! 'S Geld is' weg, s' Mensch is' weg, Augustin liegt im Dreck. O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin! O du lieber Augustin, 's Geld is' hin, 's Mensch is' hin. o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin! Will no von Geld nix sag'n, wann i nur 's Mensch kunnt' hab'n! O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin! O du lieber Augustin, alles mein Geld is' hin, o du lieber Augus


f/ Organized Konfusion



"War Games"

"War Games"

Intro: O.C.

Uh yeah uh uh uh

What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2

O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka

Me and Premo, you know, East New York

Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places



[O.C.]

Yo

My main frame, discipline like a soldier

Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up

What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze

I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme

Rap commando, what's my handle

O.C. ample to rock shit

Battle niggas who pop shit

Green bareen thought slicka

I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga

Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection

Cuz the dark skinned mark
I Am Lyrics
[Kool G Rap] G Rap with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard [G Dep] Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Even when the sunshining it a
smen

Run thru your section

Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium

Bugs cover my grill like Iranians

Ill gorilla so called killas

I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us

The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade

sharp like gem stars

Cause massive scars

O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years

Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games



I bust off like a M-16

Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans

Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars

Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?

Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up

Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up

Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe

He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas

Design a rhyme, lik
I Fought The Law Lyrics
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed the money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and I feel so bad I guess my race is run She's the best girl I've ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Robin' people with a six gun I fought the law and
a plan for the government

Six Million like Steve Austin, costin

Apprehended if I am

In times and my body will erupt *explosion*

M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo

Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

When I get you in the square, then I end you career

All MC's lets make one thing clear

You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame

Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games



Chorus 2X: Organized Konfusion (Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry)

I declare War Games

For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame

Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo

With fire proof camouflage and power



[O.C.]

Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back

This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch

Sleav
Wrong (Todd Terry Remix) Lyrics
Wherever you go I will follow you Cuz I was wrong x 4 I wanted everything for a little while, why shouldn't I? I wanted to know what it was like But I pushed you too far, and you started laying down the law till I didn't love you anymore Now you can pull a little bit There's a little give and take And love will stretch a little bit But finally its gonna break Wherever you go I will follow you Cuz I
s from my uncut, raw like cope

Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke

Then toge it, back to B.I.

See I can do this, I'm professional

Too much weight to weigh any style

Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right

Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the

Willies para-

Noid, niggas all non void

Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed

Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine

Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans

Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca

Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama

When I flow I get comatose

In my own world

From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl

I mean team same name, never change

My ammo is the demo competition on the mic

War Games



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