Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Else, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 05.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What Else |
| In this moment, erase my fears |
| Only time for action, no time for tears |
| All these years been preparin' for right now |
| When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down |
| White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin' that blood hounds |
| Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown |
| My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward |
| Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy |
| I’m built for this, I killed for this |
| Put everythin' on the line, blood spilled for this |
| They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard |
| If it wasn’t 'bout guns, I was skippin' them classes |
| Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest |
| Cock it and blast it, runnin' my racket |
| Put 'em all in the casket |
| Strikin' them matches, wrap you in plastic |
| Turn you to ashes |
| Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses |
| Can I live? |
| Can I breathe? |
| Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve? |
| What else, what else |
| Is it war? |
| Is it pain? |
| Will I survive 'til the end of the game? |
| What else, |
| what else |
| I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you |
| You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon' hit you |
| Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon' miss you |
| Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue |
| Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin' hollows |
| Sub-missiles flyin' through the sky |
| You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin' the scars |
| Tramplin' dead bodies in the field, full of blood |
| No remorse, of course we gon' be lit |
| We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss |
| No time to piss, the realest in the midst |
| Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit |
| Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle |
| Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble |
| Die by yourself 'cause you was born on your own |
| Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones |
| Can I live? |
| Can I breathe? |
| Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve? |
| What else, what else |
| Is it war? |
| Is it pain? |
| Will I survive 'til the end of the game? |
| What else, |
| what else |