Let the Games Begin

[Rasheed]
Battle in the field, shoot to kill
Put a couple up in that coupe DeVille
Scoop a mil, got a few to chill
Put a nigga on ice in a graveyard hill
I stay raw real, with the murderous skill
Put the body in the back of a automobile
Collect my collateral bill, shatter your fuckin' grill
Humidity heated when I step in the arena
Better come cleaner with felonies, what you're tellin' me's misdemeanor
Bombs go off like firecrackers, stackin' my foes like bricks
Hoes on the mic like tricks
Get 'em up hit 'em up, lit 'em up, I move too quick

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Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin
Y'all niggas ain't got no win, let the muthafuckin' games begin

[Rasheed]
Rasheed lyrical gladiator, hysterical bustin' at a hater
In an all black navigator
Too sick to see with these suicidal symphonies
To get with me handle business efficiently
Officially certified platinum with these lyrical murders
Servin' a Hell of punch crunch time
Blowin' like landmines
Brainless bodies droppin' in no particular order
Prepare for slaughter ammunition is gettin' shorter
Teleport the blood sport to ghetto block, put the game on lock
Nigga try to put 'em in shock
With the crocodiles
Watch his muthafuckin' head drift down the Nile
Graphic murders three dimensional witch doctors
Killin' like Shaka, from Port Lovaca to Morocco

Chorus

[Rasheed]
Demolition turn your hood into a sand castle
Take the rest of your posse, wrap 'em up in a lasso
Tarintino couldn't come more loony
Strikin' folks from dusk to dawn like George Clooney
Amazons want me in this jungle but I'm burnin' titans
Til' I'm attacked by my foe and then it's back to fightin'
Bring your army meet me in the middle of the Atlantic
And we can go out in war on a sinkin' Titanic
Don't panic, least you got granted to be a millionaire
Let's purchase two one way tickets on Egypt Air
Library, mortuary
In front of your house or the cemetary
Any time, any place, I'ma do whatever's necessary

Chorus