Lyrics:
a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
your body don't stop don't miss)
Man she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I
So (High), Up in the..(Sky)
It ain't no comin' down or mention
And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice
man!
They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach
You know he helped me with microphones, and recording,
hittin
Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
of the devils
Franks back in the den, here to flex infront ya friends
Half nigga half spic, the klan hate to picture this
But if life's a game nigga, then Im
ya niggas hear me
I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried
Row then he blow, row just like moby
Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like toby
Ya
dem niggas and have no fear
Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life
Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night
Its a miracle, da way I
your verse - we just need to put this shit out
Yeah alright...
Listen when I tell the story (Tell the story)
I been reppin' been reppin' for my
could put you in some merch I can put you on game, you ain't Neva really been this fly (Yeah)
U look like the lonely type
I give you a tribe of 8s n make
know I'm good
I used to trap out in da hood
I used to pack pounds in the country
Trailer parks and big fat bud trees
Smoke a pipe like I'm a wizard
Make
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
never fuckin talk
Cause we always be debating
Wait
Money jumpin out da safe
Sliding wit Rogue put that shit in ya face
All on my own did the shit
Like you know me
Startin' shit cause they niggas
Mad doggin' me so now it's time for me to
Release the fuckin' hogg in me
I puts my hand on my heat,
Top floor I'm probably hitting ya hoe
Top shelf in my leaf & it's burning slow
By any mean ima get the dough
Left pocket sloppy beef & I ain't
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
chill I'll put it on ya kid
I'm da reaper in da flesh I be dreaming bout bodies
I dun slept wit a knife woke up stabbin my pillow
I dun got da witness
dick
Playin role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Steamin up my back windows
Then power respect
Jockin ass bitches
I put em in check
Sleep is for losers
I follow da check
I look in da mirror
And I look like a check
When I walk
then all of my flows went fat like joe
Waiting for my tracks to blow
I don't need your packs kos I got my own
Got me feeling like Elvis kos I rock
in his ass
So hold ya breath,nigga is you down
my pimping is thicker than the shit you talk
Predestined to burn enternaly in hell contrast
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