Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let the games begin, artist - Rasheed
Date of issue: 27.03.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let the games begin |
Battle in the field, shoot to kill, |
Put a couple up in that coupe DeVille, |
Scoop a mil, got a few to chill, |
put a nigga on ice in a graveyard hill, |
I stay raw real, with the murderous skill, |
Put the body in the back of a automobile, |
Collect my collateral bill, shatter your fuckin’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 |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin, |
Y’all niggas ain’t got no win, let the muthafuckin’games begin |
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 Hell 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, |
Nigga try to put 'em in shock, |
With the crocodiles, |
Watch his muthafuckin’head drift down the Nile, |
Graphic murders three dimensional witch doctors, |
Killin’like Shaka, from Port Lovaca to Morocco. |
Demolition turn your hood into a sand castle, |
Take the rest of your posse, wrap 'em up in a lasso, |
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’titans, |
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’Titanic, |
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 |