War Games Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

Uh yeah uh uh uh 

What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2 

O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka 

Me and Premo, you know, East New York 

Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places 

Yo 

My main frame, discipline like a soldier 

Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up 

What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze 

I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme 

Rap commando, what's my handle 

O.C. ample to rock shit 

Battle niggas who pop shit 

Green bareen thought slicka 

I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga 

Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection 

Cuz the dark skinned marksmen 

Run thru your section 

Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium 

Bugs cover my grill like Iranians 

Ill gorilla so called killas 

I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us 

The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade 

sharp like gem stars 

Cause massive scars 

O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years 

Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games 

I bust off like a M-16 

Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans 

Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars 

Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses? 

Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up 

Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up 

Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe 

He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas 

Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government 

Six Million like Steve Austin, costin 

Apprehended if I am 

In times and my body will erupt *explosion* 

M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo 

Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano 

When I get you in the square, then I end you career 

All MC's lets make one thing clear 

You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame 

Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games 

[Chorus: x2] 

I declare War Games 

For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame 

Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo 

With fire proof camouflage and power 

Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back 

This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch 

Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope 

Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke 

Then toge it, back to B.I. 

See I can do this, I'm professional 

Too much weight to weigh any style 

Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right 

Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the 

Willies para- 

Noid, niggas all non void 

Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed 

Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine 

Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans 

Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca 

Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama 

When I flow I get comatose 

In my own world 

From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl 

I mean team same name, never change 

My ammo is the demo competition on the mic 

War Games 

"War Games" 

"War Games" 

"War Games" 

"War Games" 

"War Games"