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BODY COUNT lyrics : "THE END GAME"

I was reading the news the other day
They called me a gangsta
I never robbed and starved entire countries

I never committed genocide on entire races of people
I never dropped my bombs
And killed innocent women and children

Who's the $%&^$%&^ gangsta?
The end game mutha$#&@a get your $%&^x tight
Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark

Keep us apart
Keep us throwin poisones darts
Into the black room

Cash rules everything son
Nobody's your friend fool
Go for your gun

Trust no one
Money buys souls and lives
Brothers and wives, alibis

Many will die
$#&@in with the quick to get ya ^!$$%s
Demons from hell


Their rooms are oval
The pains global

They makes bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but i don't hate as much as they do

I'm just tryin to live and %#@!
Mutha$#&@as best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?

The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the $%&^$%&^ button
Explode the air

Winter and black rain
They play the end game


Mutha$#&@as take what they can take
Mutha$#&@as think they stole this land we live on and kill to keep
Then they lie in the schoolbooks and rock us to sleep

We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby
Hitman army
Hitman navy

Moved by the wicked hands of money
Neither no one knows the secrets in the evil mix man
Hold your breath

Pray for death
That's the only truth left


Their rooms are oval
The pains global
They make bombs and then


In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but i don't hate as much as they do

I'm just tryin to live and %#@!
Mutha$#&@as best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?

The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the $%&^$%&^ button
Explode the air

Winter and black rain
They play the end game


I never done $%&^x to your country or fam
I don't want your oil man don't want your land
The people that your beefin with are not my friends

They hate me too and they want me to hate you
It's evilism mixes that keep the people twisted
Power mongers on earth

They trade life for dirt
It's not the people of this planet
It's the kings in their court

And they do what they gotta do cause murders their sport

Their rooms are oval

The pains global
They make bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but i don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and %#@!

Mutha$#&@as best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the $%&^$%&^ button
Explode the air

Winter and black rain
They play the end game

Their rooms are oval
The pains global

They make bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but i don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and %#@!
Mutha$#&@as best pray that they don't blow us all away

Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the $%&^$%&^ button...


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