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called something 
like holden caulfield 
you're the type who'd be happy 
hearing that 

loving tv like a kid 
loving games like a kid 
telling lies
happy
being told you're
like holden caulfield
or something

loving tv like a kid
loving games like a kid
telling lies like a kid
suddenly crying
game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby
Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D
So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back)
Tricks
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn
didn't have a lot of friends,
Didn't have too much to say.
So they never would let us join in,
All the games they used to play.
Seems like it was only
be up there watching the little kids come in and they would play the pinball ya know, and they would line up one by one to play the game.

The first
Uncle montelly yo...
May you please read us a story please
Nah,
I don't feel much like telling a story today kid
Please, read us a story
I said
on the walls.
Show us a laser, take us to space, or let us go.
We've got violent games on pause at home

You've seen this haste take shape
Don't hide those
They can't hold us back

You've gotta live your life by Saturday
Or remain just another American tragedy
Where will you go? What will you do?
Don't
down with us
King p is down with us
The game is down with us

This world so trife
Your money or your life
Keep your kids keep your wife
Money
I remember the way 
Our sainted mother 
Would sit and croon us 
Her lullaby 

She'd say, kids, there's a place 
That's like no other 
You got
cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids
You either lived on a farm or wish you did
Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus
I remember the way 
Our sainted mother 
Would sit and croon us 
Her lullaby 

She'd say, kids, there's a place 
That's like no other 
You got
We ain't goin out like that
You think this is a love song
Wrong
The NKOTB is too strong

Games, games, games, games, games!

Somebody said
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers

A face of naked evil
Turns the young boy's blood to ice
The deadly
they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
It's all backwards, it's identity crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's

Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'till it get sky high
head
I know Santa's gonna bring us something just like he always dod
Yeah, when it comes to Christmas I'm still a kid

I still like shakin' presents
to the game lord

Fuck wit' this if you want to
The game lord will punish you
Punish us if we ain't true
To the game like we 'pose to

Fuck wit' this if you
yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
the weight of the world and they keep on bringing more
If it's just you and me on the floor
Go grab your coat and I'll drive us home
Like we were just kids
a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz

They give us guns and drugs
about things out of our control
Like kids, love and money and gettin' old someday, just not today
Just not today

Had a rope swing hanging from