Album Name : Murder 4 Hire
Release Date : 2006-08-08
Song Duration : 4:13
Body Count The End Game
The End Game mother f..cker get your shit tight, shit
right,
Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark.
Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts,
Enter the black room, cash rules everything son.
Nobody's your friend fool go for your guns.
Trust no one, money buys souls and lives,
Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die.
F..cking with the quick to get you niggas,
Demons form hell!
[Chorus:]
They're rooms are oval, they're game global,
They make pawns of men.
I 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 trying to live and shit.
Mother f..ckers best prey that they don't blow us all
away.
The power hungry fools on the hill.
Before they lose they'll push the f..cking button,
explode the air!
Winter and black rain, they play the End Game
Mother f..ckers take what they can take.
Mother f..cking snakes.
They stole this land we live on and kill to keep,
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby,
Hitman army, Hitman Navy.
Moved by the wicked had of money not love,
No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man.
Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth
left.
[Chorus]
I ain't never done shit to your country of fam,
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 the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted,
Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt.
It ain't the people of this planet, it's the kings and
their courts.
And they do what they gotta do cause murders their
sport.
[Chorus]
