War Gamez Songtext

von 2Pac

Niggas playing deadly motherfuckin′ war games (deadly war games)
That nigga rappin' about my motherfuckin′ life!
I'm talking to you, nigga (fake-ass motherfucker)
The fuck you talkin' about
Let′s get it on now
He got shot and left the hospital the same day
Bring the noise
When? What month, motherfucker? (Y′all motherfuckers soft as jelly) What motherfuckin' month?
Bring the noise
How you talkin′ about gattin' and shootin′
You ain't firm nigga, you soft
Where the fuck do these niggas live where all this shit be goin′ down?
Soft ass nigga
Fuck your clique nigga
You want to know how I did this shit?
Bunch of skinny motherfuckers
You want to know how real my shit is?
Nigga, go read the motherfuckin' newspaper, you trick-ass nigga

Heyyyyyyy, huh
How many broke-down rappers got some shit to say?
I sit and strategize, in due time, them bitches pay
Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red
Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead
Check this, I know you niggas got no love for me
But how the fuck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?
Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang
You niggas ain′t ready for war, let my balls hang
Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain′t concerned
I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm
When you scream "Fake thugs," who the fuck you mean?
Get more cream than all of y'all, nigga, fuck your team
Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war
Last year, I′d shed tears, but I don't cry no more
Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won′t last long
Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your ass gone
Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your shit knocked, you can′t win
Tell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games

Yeah nigga, y′all niggas can′t fade this shit
Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail
And sold 5 million
Sold more records then all you trick motherfuckers put together
More then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep
More then all you bitch made niggas