Lyrics:
of y'all monkeys out the frame
Whoever gyped my locker and took my Donkey Kong game
Watch, don't even try to put it back so I can find I later
Word
is lame, so if you try to stop this thing,
We gonna melt your brain, we ain't going; we workin', man.
[M-Child]
I took a time out with you hoes, put
[Chorus]
Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game
And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U
Everyday it be the same, we holding
sayin'? It's 2001
Now step to this...
[Verse 1]
It is a one-man game
I've monopolized this business
I'm straight occupying all segments
Not anybody else,
Yo big Sloan Bone what up my g? Its your boy Namek. I think it's about that time we finally hit them with it. Some of that black and brown unity type
come right through your eardrum Dunn
Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks
You catch one trying to pretend you could win
Headlock show
me miss, I don't want to take up your time
And this ain't none of that kitty game, with the same old pick up line
I'ma get straight to the point, you
dividing those fighting against it Weakening our infantry
We caught on to your big plan
Separate us into street gangs
Infiltrate the sets put some battles
Nut
Big Cheerio, get your money up
Ya, slide to the spot with some thot cause these nigga they not fucking with me (not fucking with me)
Fuck up
twisting and turning
And you can win if you play by the rules of the game.
No matter what you do
hold on to whatever makes our love grow. . ..
For
is
You gon' see me pullin' up
Wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels
You gon' see me sildin' by shinier
That's some tyre shine
Accordin' to my watch
You
B is for the big boys with the grown money
cnd bad women who ain't gotta spend their own money
Shots of 'Tron at like 4 in the morn'
It ain't over til
of the game
But you the dickhead getting jerked off
My gun getting hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce
He ain't a good man why he shop at Bergdorf?
Kid
(Whales now), bank by Morocco
Brand worth a B, I should write me a novel (I should write a book)
Military escorts out in the Congo
Lunch in Sinaloa but I
hablo dinero
And your bitch want me to go TP on her bung-hole
I got these rap niggas saying "Uncle"
While I beep-beep, pull on the hair of a Rapunzel
dreams ghetto schemes
Pull up on the scene, big cop of codeine
Six inch screens sticky green, I keep's my endo
Catch me in your hood, looking good doing
look to me
It's all the same, just one big game
You say it's me, I say it's you
You touched my love, with Shades of Blue
But maybe now
When you
make you think I'm playing games
I'm just trying to say
I want to give it to you
Cause when you're standing next to me, it's like wow
You know your
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
dreams ghetto schemes
Pull up on the scene, big cop of codeine
Six inch screens sticky green, I keep's my endo
Catch me in your hood, looking good doing
You only get a single chance
The rules are very plain
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game
You can hear it coming
You
bitches tryna blow me
I see y’all niggas tryna steal my flow that’s a no no
Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho
And make that 40 go go
Real
Remember back in the days, next sale
Suttin' got splashed by shh, oh well
Me, I can't sleep on the L
I just hit the opp block, spill juice like-
I told bro
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