Block Wars - The Game

You know what the fuck be pissing me off?

The other motherfuckers think they running my block

Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate, nigga

Grab your burners it’s time to go to war

I give the niggas the whole fucking clip

Every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get

Tell 'em it’s a block war

Murder murder, murder murder

(Bongo 808)

Niggas run up on this red '64

You get a white tag on your big toe

These ain’t punch lines, niggas kick doors

Leave your baby mama with her lip swole

All handguns, niggas pack light

Nigga’s mouth loose but my strap tight

Niggas slide through and they bust first

We killin' everybody that night

Block wars, we bout that life

Scuffed J’s and them fist fights

Dead bodies on dead bodies

Savage, that’s what I live like

Go and chop a nigga head off

Fuck around, let the rounds hit you

Blood splattered on them niggas with you

All I had to do was give a signal

Magazines if you got an issue

Hit one nigga with the Source

Hit two niggas with the Vibe

Bitch I kill your vibe

It’s a reason niggas can’t fuck with Chuck

I’m a Compton nigga and I don’t give a fuck

Nigga walk around with that pistol tucked

I do the drive-bys out a Bentley truck

(Murder murder) Whoo!

Yeah

Have you ever seen a murder huh?

(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look

Have you ever seen a murder?

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Got a chopper with some rounds on it

Boop-boop, hittin' everybody

Turn the corner from your mama house

Put a nigga in the trunk

Cock your shit and walk around the corner

Promise nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)

Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)

Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)

Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)

No, nigga this ain’t what you want, whoo, yeah

(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom

(Murder murder) Whoo

Pull up on your block, take that shit over

Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers

Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas

Pure shooter like DeMar DeRozan

Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen

12 gauges on the trap sofas

Naked bitches in the kitchen whippin' yola

Pockets fat like the young Oprah

Told the nigga he ain’t want the clip

I’m filthy rich and still with the shit

His mama cryin' but his son a bitch

I had her view the body like she from the 6

Bullets ricochetin' all through the block

Nigga run his mouth like he knew the cops

I do the shootin' while the shooters watch

Then cook crack in a noodle pot

Move me?

Gotta move the block

That means take shots like it’s Blue Dot

Niggas talkin' bout the game like it’s ESPN

I’ll put your ass with Stuart Scott

No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown

I can’t stop with the murder shit

Burn rubber, burn a clip

A lot of niggas died on how they wear the shit

Shut the fuck up

Or get murdered murdered murdered

Have you ever seen a dead

Murder murder murder murder

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Have you ever seen a dead body?

(whoo)

Have you ever seen a

(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)

Murder murder murder murder

(Boom boom boom boom, look)

Have you ever seen a murder?

(block wars)

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Got a chopper with some rounds on it (block wars)

Boop-boop, hittin' everybody

Turn the corner for your mama house

Put a nigga in the trunk

Cock your shit and walk around the corner

Promise nigga this ain’t what you want

Everybody lay the fuck down, you know who it is nigga

Ay, what the fuck you doing?

Nigga come here nigga

Gun in your motherfucking mouth

Nigga put that motherfucking gun down

Before I smoke your motherfucking homie

Ayo and get all this shit nigga

I’m about to kill this nigga, fuck you nigga

You dying too bitch ass nigga, blam nigga

Let’s get the fuck out of here