Lyrics:
the game ends, 'til the clock stop
We gon' post up on the top spot
Livin' the life, the life
In the Windmill City
Got my whole team with me
The life,
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in
to the leather
Let me shedder flame as I go offstage and blow up game
In the jungle I spot the L. like U.N.C.L.E. when I cast don't fumble
Kris and Goldie
face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
(So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game (what?)
(uh)
Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn (ayo, who that?)
The foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost (skrrt, ah)
Glocks so
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
defeated me
So what's left, I'm picking up the pieces
Hoping renewed virtues come with a new season
cs the world goes by
I stand still, continue to inhale
I'm changing lane
You woulda think I pulled madden
Out put it up
Grabbed 2K then put it in by the way
Young nigga just changed the game
Problem, Jon
Watch how quick I make deez millions
Watch how quick I make deez millions
Watch how quick I make deez billions
Bitch I Got you in yo feelings
damn
Cause I'm blessed up
I'm boutta make a toast
What I sow turned to dough
Still my demons do the most
Cause I'm blessed up
Back in the field niggas looking
niggas
First quarter just started shit
Why you nervous? Gotta play the game, nigga
I put that pain in it
Still with them niggas I came in with
This
(SAYONARA SAYONARA)
If you try to play me ill prolly flex on you,
Have another by tomorrow
Fuck a couple baddies run up a check on you,
(UH OH, UH OH)
You
to, I don't give a fuck
I'm still G-dubb and I'm subbin in my truck so good luck
and have a nice trip
we got y'all town locked down like a vice grip
I'm
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
I dont really talk much,
Rapper karde ne gallan but they not tough, Saale druggie all these rappers always hopped up,
I move different mera
face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
(So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game (what?)
again, but a nigga want to go there
The game treatment so fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'
up that paper like you know
Gotta
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It's not a game
know da game, same shit different hoes yea
We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse...
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me Captain
know da game, same shit different hoes yea
We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse...
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me Captain
on the field, just keep the game real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
Texas niggas still lit
Ask free about
When we had
Jacked
Them niggas in the shed
I seen him pick
A white boy
Up and dump him
On his fuccin head
THC
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
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