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You fucking a queen she breaking your heart
Playing your cards she tear them apart...
You got too lost in your heart
You got too lost in your heart

settle for less
Just go with the flow
We playing chess
Taking the king
We on the throne
Top of my game
Playing for keeps
I'm in my zone
Smoking that grape

talking about how these hoes got a new guys for ever week
They playing games with they mind like it's hide n seek
The dick got her crazy, then she say his

to free my mind
Sometimes I feel I gotta get away
Sometimes yeah I, yeah I just wanna quit
Wipe my hands with all this shit

But then I realize it's a mind

influenced by the niggas that spat on it before me
Being J Cole and A-Reece
A fraction of the rapper I be
And so I ask myself, if musically I am my own artist

the fuckups too

My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that

I been on the grind for a minute
Why would I quit?
(Boy you need to quit!)
HUH
Tell them folks failing ain't an option
I gotta' win
(You ain't gone

we aiming at that opp bitch
Quit playing like you gangsta boy you know we really locked in
10 round my neck won't tuck my chain won't leave a mess

I dont get it i give in the most subtle form 
So no one sees a single thing i ever give
So i give and never get til i run out of breath 
And my heart

Bad Boys

Flo Rida

Best of Black 2010

2010

Halfway between wrong and right
I know I'm playing with fire
But I don't know why

Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye
(Ooh way, ooh wha)
I

your boy a picture
You must think I must see blind
Put this boy to sleep with these fucking lullabies
Look me in my face nigga are you telling lies?

Oh

Coming in hot wit a bang 
Runnin' a muck with the gang
Playtimes over, here to take over 
We ain't playing no games 
They know it's NME season
They

you need
To get by
If now for games and hip hop
My heart woulda been stopped
For the love

If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no

You say you spit fast quit playin
Im talkin to a shit stain you stanky
My shit whack? 
Your shit sounds lazy
This shit smack my shit to crazy

You

Cusswords

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was

started with you 

Yea, all these games you play every day 
Never knowing the right words what to say 
Always lying to me in my face 
My heart feels like I

Hit U Up

The Hot Boys

Lights Out [Clean]

2000

yourself by yourself 
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health 
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck 
My life is four

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Bruce Springsteen

Live 1975-85

1986

Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Bruce Springsteen

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

1973

Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like

And all my enemies I made by knowing just her
Now everybody thinks that she was the only one hurt
Now everybody thinking that I got a cold heart
Last time I

And you think it's just a game, Mother Fucker I ain't playing
Said it's a goddamn shame, you don't even know my name
And you think it's just a game, Mother

Niggas playing deadly motherfuckin' war games
(deadly war games) that nigga rappin' about
My motherfuckin' life!
I'm talking to you, nigga
(fake-ass

Touched Wit It

Three 6 Mafia

When the Smoke Clears

2000

self you ain't scared when I run in 
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd

for the projects
And when that dude came in, i did my thing
DeSean Jackson came with his boy fake chain
I'm a beast boy i'm a G boy

Look man we going