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[Hook:] This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops [Verse 1:] Gun shots burst and hit a fiend, your enemy's curses Many things are not guaranteed but death is certain In the bushes in all black is an insurgent Strapped with a bomb to his person waiting to hurt shit The street level surface is filled with workers on? Trained in the weapons of torture And the oppressed just live with it It sounds like Iraq or maybe a Palestinian village but If you change just a few details you see Hell It's in the same streets that we dwell Where they hardly spar, they get their? Mask on like Mardi Gras and leave you harshly scarred It is God we call from when there's no answer it's arms we draw Hit a house from the dogs of war, this the place where you meet death Letras de cancionesYou can't stop the game, there's no reset [Hook:] This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops [Verse 2:] Revolution in the hour of black steel, raps filled With the plague attack from the black hills Storming the bastille with a bat to smack grills Selling sex, death, guns, crack, pills, your last meal All that's up for grabs, cops with batons Got their foot all up your ass Hear the blast when that thing crash up the ave It's just a game, no winners, we all come in last Helicopters in the hood to remind us Hell's upon us The light shines in the manhunt the hood Osamas And their baby mamas hiding hoping they don't find them But the black Black Ops swarmed on em like piranhas There's no glory to be found, no honour Kill or be killed or beg for mercy from your honour It's sad fam but the facts stand It ain't too difference for an American black man or a brother who's Afghan [Hook:] This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops This is Black Ops, I ain't talking about X-Box This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops Watch your back or end up with your back shot In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops From Letras Mania