Lyrics:
game here
Nigga I'm not no pimp i
Pimped fifteen years ago
Nigga, I got DEGREES in
Playaand pimpin on niggas
Hoes, err'y nigga get in my face
I'll play
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
slow-mo in a Vet
Peep game when I grip the grain
I'm off the chain
Down the baseline, and cross over the lane
Like AI, my game is too fly
Blue over gray,
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games
G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk
By you're gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, you're
niggas who show me love in Chicago
It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or they hate it
Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin'
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
know these niggas can't fuck with me (can't fuck with me)
Asshole by nature, one deep, pussy nigga come get me (pussy nigga come on)
Hit yo ass with
that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (biatch)
Swift as the wind the Mac 10's in my nigga's clutches
So bust this, we rush this punk ass nigga
I knew he
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
The following program has been brought
To you by Rhymesayers Entertainment
the game plan
You may never know my name cause I ain't handin out Franklins
I'm blessed by God I'm paid man
I guess that's why they hatin
My mental free
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it
What's this, it's that player that you love to hate,
in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it
What's this, it's that player that you love to hate,
the wall, watch 'em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leather face is not a punk bitch so
She love to watch me in the mirror when I'm doing my stabbing
And she ain't into punks, giving em bruises and bumps
And she know I blow big, so she be
LONELY
THIS LIFE I BEEN MOLDING
HOPE I DONT CRASH TOO SOON
SHE’S EMOTIONAL BY THE MOON
WE DONT SPEAK NO MORE ITS COOL
I DONE UPED MY GAME WITHOUT YOU
Wreck League, check, protect ya neck
Stop the presses, I stress the second guesses
Punks jump up, we ain't stressin
Just aggressive by fear to beat
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
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