Lyrics:
platinum card no maxing that
[50/50 Twin]
Balling is a habit baby
Chinchilla, makes my jackets baby
I don't want to get cash, from rapping crazy
I'm
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels love
for you?
This is gonna come back around
Don't hate the player
Just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when
This is gonna come back around
Don't hate the player just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when they come for
off ya whole spot
Let a clip off and more shots
Niggas love Big Poppa, they wish Big around
Cuz I don't let them eat I
Lay my muscle game down
Imagine
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin' up the game, game, game
By the way
This ain't a motherfucking, diss
This the motherfucking, truth
Bitch
representin' in the window of the black
Fuck a grip and them bustas get no love
Rydas run this muthafucka throw ya hatchets up
Ain't nobody in this game worth
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I call home
Where the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, listen to me
Trust
Not an easy thing, you say
Never thought the game of love
This way you'd play
By the things you do
Never thought these things
I would go
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
Now do that shit sound like I'm popping ho
I whip on that stove and keep going until it's a pot of gold
Don't tell me you love me I know my heart
the game?
Oh no I never lost I do it just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
This time I do it better just because
[The Game]
I don't talk about
1s, uh
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game) (oh word?)
Ayo, they
feel
No time ever seems right, to talk about the reasons why you and I fight
It's high time to draw the line, put an end to this game, before it's too
feel
No time ever seems right, to talk about the reasons why you and I fight
It's high time to draw the line, put an end to this game, before it's too
Started coming in this game (Came in the game came in the game)
Like the music but don't know the name (Gotta remember the name)
Teach my lyrics
[Too $hort]
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game
But
hearin' this.
They say Chamill sick, click click here's a clip.
Bang bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift.
And it seems to me that the industry
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