(feat. Outlawz)

This is Il Duce

Five star general
Ray Luv
and I brought some real thugs with me

General EDI Amin
General Napoleon
General Kastro

and General Noble
Soldiers in the game


[CHORUS]
$#&@ the cops, they'll never stop us
Not even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicopters

We got choppers, we young mobsters
Money, power and star fame
Die or ride, ^!$$%, in this war game

$#&@ the teachers who couldn't reach us
They try to police, cell at the jail house, seat ya
Don't wanna see ya, it's the teacher's the one to blame

Now I'm havin star fame
$#&@in off money in this war game


[VERSE 1: Ray Luv]
Pull out my weapon, now I'm steppin, bringin foes my heat
We challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weak

It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to bust
(*##$ ^!$$%s got rich while the homie burned to dust
Got me madder than a bag of $#&@in sherm and dust

You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us)
Now we gon' see who got the biggest $#&@in nuts in this thang of us
Talkin %#@!, but ^!$$%, you ain't came to bust

Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the pinky rings
(These ^!$$%s don't know who they $#&@in with, man)
Big Eddie eat a mutha$#&@a like spaghetti

In the formation we ready, freebasin the competition for fetti
Shoot your %#@! up like civil war Gettysburg
(What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd

We put it down like a fat-ass crew of construction workers
($#&@ with us now, ^!$$%, there's gon' be a murder)
And that's for certain, catch the mutha$#&@in curtain call

Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link 'Lawz serve em all
Break a mutha$#&@a off, soldier, raw dog
Smother everything livin for the mutha$#&@in cause

I'm a rebel without a pause
A untouchable, better keep your paws off
Or meet the sawed off

We all balls, ^!$$%, and all hog
Westside till I die, rough, rugged (real raw, ^!$$%)


[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: EDI Amin]

Now who the $#&@ want trouble
Me and the 'Lawz bring the drama on the double
Bustin out a bubble, gettin you for a bundle

Stickin you in the trunk, too, $#&@ you
You thought we wouldn't touch you? We rushed you
EDI Amin died, I watch a young ^!$$% rise up

Born a $#&@in rider, ain't gon' stop till I gotta
$#&@ coppers and the world, bang back till they feel us
My freedom come with a mag, so they probably gon' kill us

They only gon' hear us when we there heavy metal
So take ( ? ) my ^!$$%s, we got a score to settle
War games, but it really ain't a game

Mutha$#&@as is sprayin, body parts hangin
Gangbangin, turf wars or whatever you wanna call it
We're all dyin for it


[CHORUS]


[VERSE 3: Young Noble]
Nob layin back in a Ac seat, blast my heat
Watch theses ^!$$%s run like they in a track meet

Smash my past beef, got blasted on the last street
They all weak if you ask me
Still a deuce slugger, Outlaw like a mutha$#&@a
Doubt y'all like a mutha$#&@a
You need to raise up

Before you $#&@ around and get blazed up
Before you $#&@ around and get chased up
By some Jersey thugs, don't care who you thought or
Heard we was, I murder your blood
Or your next akin, hop out on your bl!@%!

In a stretch Benz, protect the neck your best friend
Just to $#&@ with ya, you're hardcore, do your thug thizzle
^!$$%, these Outlaw streets, they love ( ? )
And Khadafi, cause ^!$$%s @@#! the hammers sloppy
I'm there when y'all callin, ain't down without me

Outlawz

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 4: Kastro]

Hey yo, I don't play fair, warfare never been fair
Make a giant non-violent, turn a bear to a queer
This thug life we stuck with it, born, sick and tired
And tired of bein sick, I'm torn and I ain't lyin
In this deadly game of death could be no fun at all
Sleepin on your feet, pistol deep against the wall

Day one and day none is how I do it, do it all
True and truer than y'all, yellin, "$#&@ the law"
[?] where it's darker than a thousand nights
Although we walkin under sun in a thousand lights
Wantin a thousand stripes, findin a life of your own
Livin ill or in prison alone on the bone
It's a hard thing, sho' as hell ain't no card game

It's all plain and all pain in this war game