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Iraq Video (MV)




Performed By: RC Omertà
Length: 2:53
Written by: Re'Ockus Wright




RC Omertà - Iraq Lyrics




I been talking to god we keep in touch on like a daily basis
Most niggas fraud no credit card for pay back we make payments
They violating make that dick piss like they was on probation
Bad b*tch make her use her lips but we'n communicating
Right after we done she get released before she think we dating
Joysticks like fun know I keep my gun but I threw out my PlayStation
Got it out the mud it's a dirty game but no ain the one to play wit
I'm sharp like razors for every fund yo life you just might pay with
Send a hit home-run we slide for fun we coming through yo basement
Street life concrete for every hardbody leave em' on the pavement

Young nigga gone keep hollering for smoke until his lungs black
We promote violence nigga we'n hiding ask em' where the guns at
When ya partner died nigga dropped a dime yeen even slide back
When it come time nigga we sliding turn ya hood to Iraq
Nigga yeen hard knew it from the start nigga yeen like that
Might f*ck around and pull his card then give it right back
Niggas tucking tails he'n got no heart he'n even fight
He gone tell it all put em' in the ground nigga where the mice at

Let me tell you about a young nigga from the ghetto
Living through hell but it's a cold world feel like I'm j cole
Playing tug of war with my soul just feel like them demons won't let go
12 lock a nigga up for no reason why the hell they have my dawg an elbow
Cause we'n tryna see god next season?... Nigga play we knock em down no legos
I been waiting nigga give me reason and I'ma make this Draco echo
Make it rain on his block change the weather
On my 10 nigga I'ma GoodFella
I can make the choppa sing acepella
Stick with a beam and potato no vegetable
Tryna see a hundred mill no lesser
Plate full but a nigga won't extra
Dead friends a young nigga got several
Blue Benjamin's got em' sticking together
I'ma give em' the smoke like a rello
Shoot a nigga eyes out like Cello
FaceTime but a nigga won't text her
Can't waste mine check the time when I sex her
Won't kiss but a nigga won't top
I was just tryna get off my rocks
Grab my gun before I put on my socks
Now I'm running straight back to the block
Corner store we gone set up the shop
Competition we shoot at the oops
Ain't cripping but I keep my glock
Breaking News Gang we gone put em' on Fox

Young nigga gone keep hollering for smoke until his lungs black
We promote violence nigga we'n hiding ask em' where the guns at
When ya partner died nigga dropped a dime yeen even slide back
When it come time nigga we sliding turn ya hood to Iraq
Nigga yeen hard knew it from the start nigga yeen like that
Might f*ck around and pull his card then give it right back
Niggas tucking tails he'n got no heart he'n even fight
He gone tell it all put em' in the ground nigga where the mice at

Big choppa nigga get back
Big flex know a nigga ain't with that
Bowflex send a shot at his six pack
No rest we gone shoot up the kickback
I'ma ball with my dawgs that's a big fact
I'ma break that boy off like a kit-Kat
Put his face on a shirt he was sharp for the casket
SlimeDemonOmertà ski masking
So many niggas lost they life to the courts they ain even get to score a basket
I might crash out can't stop at the light but just know I'ma keep my gun in traffic
Glock 23 just like my new broad that lil b*tch so dramatic
She gone clear the scene that lil b*tch mean Mr. Omar it was tragic
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I been talking to god we keep in touch on like a daily basis
Most niggas fraud no credit card for pay back we make payments
They violating make that dick piss like they was on probation
Bad b*tch make her use her lips but we'n communicating
Right after we done she get released before she think we dating
Joysticks like fun know I keep my gun but I threw out my PlayStation
Got it out the mud it's a dirty game but no ain the one to play wit
I'm sharp like razors for every fund yo life you just might pay with
Send a hit home-run we slide for fun we coming through yo basement
Street life concrete for every hardbody leave em' on the pavement

Young nigga gone keep hollering for smoke until his lungs black
We promote violence nigga we'n hiding ask em' where the guns at
When ya partner died nigga dropped a dime yeen even slide back
When it come time nigga we sliding turn ya hood to Iraq
Nigga yeen hard knew it from the start nigga yeen like that
Might f*ck around and pull his card then give it right back
Niggas tucking tails he'n got no heart he'n even fight
He gone tell it all put em' in the ground nigga where the mice at

Let me tell you about a young nigga from the ghetto
Living through hell but it's a cold world feel like I'm j cole
Playing tug of war with my soul just feel like them demons won't let go
12 lock a nigga up for no reason why the hell they have my dawg an elbow
Cause we'n tryna see god next season?... Nigga play we knock em down no legos
I been waiting nigga give me reason and I'ma make this Draco echo
Make it rain on his block change the weather
On my 10 nigga I'ma GoodFella
I can make the choppa sing acepella
Stick with a beam and potato no vegetable
Tryna see a hundred mill no lesser
Plate full but a nigga won't extra
Dead friends a young nigga got several
Blue Benjamin's got em' sticking together
I'ma give em' the smoke like a rello
Shoot a nigga eyes out like Cello
FaceTime but a nigga won't text her
Can't waste mine check the time when I sex her
Won't kiss but a nigga won't top
I was just tryna get off my rocks
Grab my gun before I put on my socks
Now I'm running straight back to the block
Corner store we gone set up the shop
Competition we shoot at the oops
Ain't cripping but I keep my glock
Breaking News Gang we gone put em' on Fox

Young nigga gone keep hollering for smoke until his lungs black
We promote violence nigga we'n hiding ask em' where the guns at
When ya partner died nigga dropped a dime yeen even slide back
When it come time nigga we sliding turn ya hood to Iraq
Nigga yeen hard knew it from the start nigga yeen like that
Might f*ck around and pull his card then give it right back
Niggas tucking tails he'n got no heart he'n even fight
He gone tell it all put em' in the ground nigga where the mice at

Big choppa nigga get back
Big flex know a nigga ain't with that
Bowflex send a shot at his six pack
No rest we gone shoot up the kickback
I'ma ball with my dawgs that's a big fact
I'ma break that boy off like a kit-Kat
Put his face on a shirt he was sharp for the casket
SlimeDemonOmertà ski masking
So many niggas lost they life to the courts they ain even get to score a basket
I might crash out can't stop at the light but just know I'ma keep my gun in traffic
Glock 23 just like my new broad that lil b*tch so dramatic
She gone clear the scene that lil b*tch mean Mr. Omar it was tragic
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Writer: Re'Ockus Wright
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