Jon Murdock - The Game's Over lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Jon Murdock The game's over Move like a soldier Check it, yo [Verse 1] As I dip in the darkness, I hit all the targets Sniper rifle, type to ignite you, so move cautious It's Foundation, f**er, your foundation's f**ed up Bin Laden your squadron, bomb 'em, who f**ing want what? I rock all polo, I watch all go low Look out for cops snapping photos, like I don't know 'Cause now I push a Lexus, point blank, I wreck sh** You thinking otherwise, listen up kid, yo, check this I'm gone in 60 seconds, I wreck sessions, your best sentence is senseless Reckless intentions, I test your best sh** Rhymes you claim are precious, I bench press 'em in 10 reps per second And let you know, stressin' who the best is Let two shottys off at Ducatis, I move quickly Dryin' [?] a cause to act violently, I see you eyein' me Hold piece shooters, blow three Rugars, meet Medusa Weed abuser, stare, snake eyes, stone inducer I dip within a minute, it's sick what I do for digits Shaky, fidgety, picture me, spit sh**, with no witness Hold shottys, body your people, it's closed casket The game's over, popping the pistol, I blow the fastest [Interlude] The game's over for you punk motherf**ers out there that keep bitin' and bitin' and bitin' Stealing commercial beats for your benefit, f** y'all [Hook] You think you thug now and hold guns like a soldier? Catch two to the chest, nah dog, that sh**'s over Rock a white tee to your knees and listen to Hova? He quit the game now, nah kid, that sh**'s over Rhyme over commercial beats and say you spit like king cobras? You biting people's sh**, nah dog, that sh**'s over Say you got a group and your squad looks like [?] Wear protective padding, two shots, that sh** is over [Verse 2] Check the program, protect your homeland, secure the vicinity Murdock, the enemy remedy, who you pretend to be Couldn't get signed if you applied for the army Navy, or war draft pick when over eighteen Couldn't get a deal from the DA in your district I spit sh**, explicit exquisite, so you pricks just Know that I'm not playin', aimin' this Ron Reagan I'm raisin' the stakes towards this hatred, it's Foundation We stay f**ing you, play war games like George W Bush pushed the bu*ton, I'm coming through to muffle crews Your bubblegoose gets fifteen shots, vendetta Beretta Never fold under pressure, hockey check your chest in Play with lots of sides: suicide, homicide This side, the other side, genocide, but yet to die Peep the Apollo 13, creed and follow Kevin hollow, men get drago'd, hit like rock though Balboa constrict and squeeze, MCs' dreams weak Exceed speeds, a thousand CCs from a clean sheet You laugh and beef, but your man'll run I'm the type to snatch up trees like Daniel's son My red dead revolver spark ya, you can't conquer Blast through your start up, parker, you rocked from lock up Ten years in from chopping the block up Back on the same path you knocked, they called the cops up Better than being Jon 'Dock'd up, call the doctor Hoffa, Jimmy you simply, when sipping Vodka [Interlude] The game's over for you punk motherf**ers out there that keep bitin' and bitin' and bitin' Stealing commercial beats for your benefit, f** y'all [Hook] You think you thug now and hold guns like a soldier? Catch two to the chest, nah dog, that sh**'s over Rock a white tee to your knees and listen to Hova? He quit the game now, nah kid, that sh**'s over Rhyme over commercial beats and say you spit like king cobras? You biting people's sh**, nah dog, that sh**'s over Say you got a group and your squad looks like [?] Wear protective padding, two shots, that sh** is over