End Game - Ice T, Body Count

The End Game mother fucker 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

Fucking with the quick to get you niggas

Demons form hell!

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 fuckers best prey that they don’t blow us all away

The power hungry fools on the hill

Before they lose they’ll push the fucking button, explode the air!

Winter and black rain, they play the End Game

Mother fuckers take what they can take

Mother fucking 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

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