Hook:2x
No we came to rule the game
(Yeah)
Bring the old-school to fame
(We gangstas)
Look what you bitches became
(Look)
Letting rap to burn in flames
(Fuck autotune)
Verse 1:
(BILI)
Ima get rid of you just like you`re another itch
I`m wit Macdaddy and Class in this bitch,you`re just a piss on which
I drop bombs,you scream:"stop wit napalm",its like in Vietnam
I aint tryin to stop and calm,I`ll smash you wit top of my arm
So stop the fight and quite,go home and try to write a bit
You dont know how to spit,punk,you can`t even ride a beat
I`m so ill,that I can even hit you wit this fuckin sentence
And I`ll hit you so hard that you`ll be fuckin senseless
Hook:2x
No we came to rule the game
(Yeah)
Bring the old-school to fame
(We gangstas)
Look what you bitches became
(Look)
Letting rap to burn in flames
(Fuck autotune)
Verse 2:
(Class)
I'm cruel with pain, leave you in a pool of shame
Your foolish aim does nothing but fuel the flames
I rule the game, everything under my rule is maimed
You can school the name, but if you try n pull a claim
Like that, in one dual ya slain, I'm a lyrical Leaonidas
Cause ive learned to master the empirical being inside us
The difference between first and second is a far interval
So im lookin back at you reppin the five star generals
Verse 3:
(Macdaddy)
Any EFFORT TO FIGHT will leave you RIDICULOUSLY CONTUSIONED
in a "State of Shock" thru Electricution, BURRIED N EXECUTIONED!
Assumin u're NEARLY AS SICK N RUTHLESS is CLEARLY JUST AN ILLUSION
It's all "Bull Shit and You Know It," like the THEORY OF EVOLUTION!
(BILI)
I`m screwing the game,I aint pursuing the fame
Now we`re ruling the game,its lame what you all became
Raping only about bucks and whores,fuck your whore
You cant fuck wit us,so now you`re all stuck in war
(Class)
Back for more that’s in store, you may hate returns
But for now me, Mac and Bili are takin turns
Give us any track and it's a fact, we'll make it burn
Cause we make the rules of the game like David Stern
Hook:2x
No we came to rule the game
(Yeah)
Bring the old-school to fame
(We gangstas)
Look what you bitches became
(Look)
Letting rap to burn in flames
(Fuck autotune)