Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Games, artist - O.C.. Album song Jewelz, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
War Games |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| &le 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 marksmen |
| 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, like 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 |
| Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back |
| This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch |
| Sleaves 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 |
| War Games (5X) |