the end game

Body Count

I was reading the news the other day
They called me a gangsta
I never robbed and starved entire countries
I never committed genocide on entire races of people
I never dropped my bombs
And killed innocent women and children
Who's the fuckin gangsta?
The end game muthafucka get your shit tight
Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark
Keep us apart
Keep us throwin poisones darts
Into the black room
Cash rules everything son
Nobody's your friend fool
Go for your gun
Trust no one
Money buys souls and lives
Brothers and wives, alibis
Many will die
Fuckin with the quick to get ya niggas
Demons from hell

Their rooms are oval
The pains global
They makes bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and shit
Muthafuckas best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the fuckin button
Explode the air
Winter and black rain
They play the end game

Muthafuckas take what they can take
Muthafuckas think they stole this land we live on and kill to keep
Then they lie in the schoolbooks and rock us to sleep
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby
Hitman army
Hitman navy
Moved by the wicked hands of money
Neither no one knows the secrets in the evil mix man
Hold your breath
Pray for death
That's the only truth left

Their rooms are oval
The pains global
They make bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and shit
Muthafuckas best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the fuckin button
Explode the air
Winter and black rain
They play the end game

I never done shit to your country or fam
I don't want your oil man don't want your land
The people that your beefin with are not my friends
They hate me too and they want me to hate you
It's evilism mixes that keep the people twisted
Power mongers on earth
They trade life for dirt
It's not the people of this planet
It's the kings in their court
And they do what they gotta do cause murders their sport

Their rooms are oval
The pains global
They make bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and shit
Muthafuckas best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the fuckin button
Explode the air
Winter and black rain
They play the end game

Their rooms are oval
The pains global
They make bombs and then
In the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do
I'm just tryin to live and shit
Muthafuckas best pray that they don't blow us all away
Who?
The powerhungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the fuckin button...