Aye yo my lyrical content on Ghost Rhecon shit/(war game)
but dass not even the half of my war path/
I was always told to shoot first n ask questions last/
taught to hold,reload,aim,squeez n blast/
Its da renegade got bullets to penetrate/
open up ya fade as u fade away u been afraid/
some untamed guerillaz data ride in black suits/
masked up n ready 40 caliber snatch u/
u betta make sure u not tha slowest in yo pack/
my gunnin got ya runnin u get shot up inya back/
God Emcee I cock back weapons/
befo I blast atcha crew look how fast ya steppin/
spit sick like a cold sore/
u dont shoot shit so whatcha got da gun for/
dawg Ill put da Heat to ya chest like dwayne wade/
it leave ah scar dass to big fo a band aid/
i been paid,i been rappin, dou still stackin/
Got cowards runnin dass been latin/ (illegal alliens-bin ladin)
but dont cross tha border/
its da N.W.O, new world order/
NICCAAAHHH!
Ima still comin at R.O.D. just thinkin of plots/
right now I dont kno Jack Shit but I met Diddly Sqat/
yall pay niggaz to ghost write in rhymin wars/
Im the niccah that RB made this website for/
I bring the pain wit it,the extra flame wit it/
shoot shots in my Bullets throwback (jersey)
witha glocks that came wit it/
pussy mothafuckaz