feat. Outlawz

This is Il Duce

Five star general

Ray Luv

and I brought some real thugs with me

General EDI Amin

General Napoleon

General Kastro

and General Noble

Soldiers in the game



[ CHORUS ]

Fuck the cops, they'll never stop us

Not even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicopters

We got choppers, we young mobsters

Money, power and star fame

Die or ride, nigga, in this war game

Fuck the teachers who couldn't reach us

They try to police, cell at the jail house, seat ya

Don't wanna see ya, it's the teacher's the one to blame

Now I'm havin star fame

Fuckin off money in this war game



[ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ]

Pull out my weapon, now I'm steppin, bringin foes my heat

We challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weak

It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to bust

Bitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to dust

Got me madder than a bag of fuckin sherm and dust

You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us)

Now we gon' see who got the biggest fuckin nuts in this thang of us

Talkin shit, but nigga, you ain't came to bust

Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the pinky rings

(These niggas don't know who they fuckin with, man)

Big Eddie eat a muthafucka like spaghetti

In the formation we ready, freebasin the competition for fetti

Shoot your shit up like civil war Gettysburg

(What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd

We put it down like a fat-ass crew of construction workers

(Fuck with us now, nigga, there's gon' be a murder)

And that's for certain, catch the muthafuckin curtain call

Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link 'Lawz serve em all

Break a muthafucka off, soldier, raw dog

Smoth