Lyrics:
niggas been paid in full call me money Mitch
I had to play by a different rule a nigga made a switch
They same the game of life can be cruel but I love
everybody done sell off
We no play no kinda game no soundboy can't come
Used to tell me I'm going down
I'm all that they want now
Used to tell me I'm going
by
Brought a baby girl into this world, made our parents grandfolks
Household with no hope, took care of ye, you me
When shit got put out
wanna lay
With you by my side is you down to ride?
Look me in the eyes i don't want no lies
I just wanna know is you really mine?
I don't want no games i
end (他の子がいるの?)
Does he look at me the same
Does he see it as a game
Wanna know what you're feeling 君の事
Baby, you know I'm just keepin' it real
end (他の子がいるの?)
Does he look at me the same
Does he see it as a game
Wanna know what you're feeling 君の事
Baby, you know I'm just keepin' it real
I caught her, she was headed for the door
The DJ had her rocking back and forth
And shorty had a body like a, Lord
I grabbed her by the hand, then
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
Yo, ASAP here
We 'bout to kill a fucking game
You know who the fuck we are
You know my motherfucking name
I fucked your dame and she bought me
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
Boris
I sold more boxes than the post-office
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
Artist: Scarface
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch
These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game
Hey Joe, what's up baby?
Yeah, I like the beat
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
the life you got
You know what I'm sayin?
Stop lookin' at what you ain't got
And start being thankful for what you do got
Let's give it to 'em baby girl,
checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
The real ones been dying
The fake ones is lit
The game is off balance
I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty
actin shy
Startled by the lights on stage, don't close yo' eyes
Thinkin' Rodeo Drive, sweets at the Lama Ties
Oh she fly but it's gon' take more booty
by the way you look
I see you in your whip dipped, couped, fully equipped
Diamonds shinin', earring studded, watch flooded with jew-els
It seems
sicker than deep
Who ain't shy of the pain?
Who ain't shy of the pleasure just the same?
Life is a game I heard the homie say
Well I came to win so I'm
stop, baby)
Keep it comin', keep on comin' for more (don't front, front)
It's that brown man from Long Islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I
don't understand your games or crazy plans
I'm here for you baby, stop playing with my mind
Well, I know what I feel inside
I trust enough in what
to get by... it's so hard to get by...
But you gotta get by... gotta get by... gotta get by baby...
It's so hard to get by... it's so hard to get by...
But
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