The Game - The Purge Lyrics
If we are dyeingIf we are dyeingLight a blunt to his eyes, collect my thoughtsBlow a candle out cuz I can’t just play on the darkDumping ashes on the f*****g time magazineTry to burn a whole between Israel and PalestineAll these world news, all these dead bodiesAll these kids dying are talking for IlluminatiAs I murder an ink, I get a cuff form Earth God say:“ Keep spinning, cuz when you do it’s like twelve be get shounty”Got my shadies and them canies load it upGot the zenies in my lean and my copThese politicians keep come on missing, I’m on the missionYou hear the gun shut, now mother*****ers listenFeel that you can’t take their life,Cuz they ain’t got a part to piss and erase the question,Do it for these kids, they’re victimF**k the systemYou give you kid thirty cent, think you responsible or some?I feed a village by myself, n***a coped they?If we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I wantWhat if you walk throw Beverly Hills and you got seventy killsRun down on day, I want that sheavy with pillsAnd pop one low twelve slugs in the iglooYou shut one, that’s the storm that hop in the banzI got one, beat ‘em on the back on his dawnPomp sweat it on the back on the crowd, that’s my adrenalineSo we porce and got the? zinermanPull every m**********r wrapping women herePurge n****s feeling kids, back to back in two vansMe and my mercenaries in middle of South shuttingCarry on babies bodies, long as I got 2 handsLong as I got 2 feet millions on my courtWe perfect as a family, they dust on the vane nowCrush on air, n***a know shut that play downTwo hundred ninety eight innocent and last sevenFly on the liest wings, on the way to HeavenSo we purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I wantImagine going to the store without cops arrestingImagine mine ground, walking and see ‘em cops just pass themI’m smoking hash, and let me ash if I know I’m talking pass themI hope his mamma tears like acid to your f*****g badgesTwo shuts in his brain, four on his fashionThinking ‘bout his casket, in this fan I swear I’m almost crushingThat’s why I’m hit it the forges with his germen RugaCuz I’m probably more like Nelson Mandela then Mark LucaMore then I see, ice cube, I’m a cop killerMurder on a cop, spin a cop, so probably stop killin’On my knees par, wish my n***a pop was livin’But he fell victim to the run partners, he just purgeCops kill Biggy, cops beat the Rummy kingWe talk with city, n***a purgeWon’t you stay there like Jay CollenShut the cops in the same spot til the case closePurgeIf we are dying, we are dyingIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimesIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I want the purgeIf we are dying, we are dyingSometimes I wantThe song is dedicated, to my angel near, just wifeCarry Jane, past the way June, 28 at 1: 25 pmJust start the cancerTwo days before my son have his eleven birthdayCrazy how you cry after your wife death and I’m celebrate my son’s lifeI never understand thisSometimes is a struggle understand lifeS**t, crazyI never understand, can’t stop fighting to surviveBut why we fighting for, we eventually all die thouPurge, eventually we all victims of the purge
