(Warfare Lyrics) Warfare all the opps in despair you better say your prayer cause this gon be your last time alive and breathing air man you ain't hard you got beat by my security guard. claiming that you an MC but all the lyrics you rap are crappy and when I catch you and your commitee things aren't gonna be pretty. But I just wish for a day off from corrupt cops and the opps with world peace and no one getting deceased in the northeast. but I snapped and you got slapped by me In the concrete jungle where the young brothers roam, Got the hardcore by my side, ain't never alone, Strapped up, ready for the street brawl, In this warfare, standing tall. Playing the game, chasing the fame, In these mean streets, it's not a game, Dollar bills, blood spills, that's the cycle, Survival of the toughest, that's the disciples. Guns cocked, tempers hot, it's a deadly symphony, Reputation on the line, gotta protect my legacy, Streetlights flicker in the dead of night, In this ruthless game, only the strong survive the fight. Street corners, block parties, it's the scene, Cash means everything, that's the creed we mean, From the gang signs to the street code, In this concrete jungle, that's the only road. Money, power, respect, it's the gangster code, In this cutthroat world, gotta stay bold, Eyes sharp, moves calculated and precise, In this city of sin, gotta pay the price. From the back alleys to the penthouse suite, In this dog-eat-dog world, gotta keep your heat, Old friends turn foes, that's the betrayal, In this underworld, gotta keep the detail. Hustle hard, grind non-stop, it's the street life, In this concrete battlefield, no room for strife, Blood stains on the pavement, echoes of sirens in the air, In this underworld, only the fearless dare.