Lyrics:
vicious
This my world
Don't take my crowd
Check my flow
Double up
Triple up
Make assist
You want to resist
Don't tryna diss
Stuck in this game
Stuck in
got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo, get that motherfucker right there)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (ayo, K, pull out on that
got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo, get that motherfucker right there)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (ayo, K, pull out on that
at my door, still f**king I no fit door (Mad!!)
Who the f**k are u (Kor), who the f**k (Kor Kor)
Who the f**k are u ogbeni tell me who the f**k
Beylay
clipped by the 'K
Meditate and smokin', I be talking to P
Spittin', "Survival of the Fittest" while I walk down these streets
Bitch, it's a stick up
I
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
and score
It's not a game but your comin' fourth
Fuck all of this pain
Can't take it no more
It's all in my brain
I don't want a hoe
Yeah I'm up on the 808
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,
5200 different ways!
Different ways get paid
Watch me flex my muscle moving weights, still got other ways
Acid, tablets, Xanax, Percs and k, ain't
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?)
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
(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
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
not yet giving up
Swag my money just doubled
Hopped out of my bubble
Decimate the game imma leave in rubble
New wave just like weave the money don't
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
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
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?)
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
(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 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
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
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
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