Lyrics:
the e-a-z-why e
Now, early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool's life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank
for ass and getting
Caught up in that glitzy
Without my peeps I don't know how
The hell I'd make it
But just by having them around lets
Me know I won't
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife
Mafia!
Yeah, peep game, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Level up! Yeah
Like a game
Catch 'em down bad
Beat 'em with a bat, hashtag that
I
died in these streets
It's only one option, provide for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind
But nowadays, you know I'm snappin', motherfucker
The Game told me we was just some rappin' motherfuckers
Word to Compton, all the way
underboss pull a doublecross
Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now
Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
drive?
Suicide doors on the passenger side?
Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?
Do the car change colors when that bitch drive by?
I
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
Still a peep squeak, but my game cock diseal
Flow is overgrown, you not legal
I be the East land legzal
Shut ya trap, SQAD UP daddy that'z a wrap
When we
If u come home with me you can have me
Am I a playa that is the question
Peep game, learn thangs, as I floss on hoes
I stand in pimp lines, be
If u come home with me you can have me
Am I a playa that is the question
Peep game, learn thangs, as I floss on hoes
I stand in pimp lines, be
ninety-nine and a half just won't do, stand by me
Hey, hey, if its real, what you feel, come on and stand by
Don't you stop 'til we get to the top, hey,
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
out
Floor seats at the Heat game
Her bag twenty grand, nigga, peep game
South beach making love on the rooftop
Fucking to the rhythm, got her
If u come home with me you can have me
Am I a playa that is the question
Peep game, learn thangs, as I floss on hoes
I stand in pimp lines, be
third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine
juiced
Might as well get juiced
Hey mama
What's this crazy game of sevens, eights and nines
I can't keep up with you baby
I'm gonna give you
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his fucking arm
You know how it go, word up
Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man
None at all,
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