Lyrics:
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C.
Niggaz lookin' at me strange but they lovin' my chain
Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left 'em
I do
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair
It's not to shake a stick at when you actually AB the numbers
And so it was the PA game
I go on playing multiplayer games
I know its 5 when I close my eyes
And I head to bed just to do it all again
The days fly by from 2 to 9
Eat my
yeah I see how you playin' these games, yeah
I see how you hide behind the frame, yeah And you know I put that on the gang, yeah
Smith and Wesson, yeah,
, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh
(Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)
a peep
I just might get by
I can't do this again
It's a sky high joy ride
Baby, I won't make believe and pretend
Look at me on your screen
I'm
pretty
It's all about game
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
To 9th Ward in
myself to be loved by you
Johnny runs
He shuts his eyes
He only sees
From nine to five
Don't let him down
He's got a gun
He'll get his way
Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo
I'm tired of hustlin
y'all motherfuckers think this is all a game
This shit ain't easy, this is all
Hoody hoo is the one
Where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring
Say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in
Ain't afraid of the pen
got me constantly smoking
My role model was a cold bottle of OE
Surrounded by my closest homies
But nobody knows me
I pray to God it ain't easy
Half
Nobody's shouting out my name
Cuz rn I have no fame
It's not about being the same
It's about the way you play the game
Yea
Sometimes this world seems
and what makes me rebound
Gimme back the money when we play this fucking game.
Big Old Price to pay again and pay again
Is it by chance or just a cash
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
Smoking all that dope just to heal yo pain and the shit don’t change
Didn’t make that goal, don’t be hating on the player nigga switch up on ya game
ni**as scope why these ni**as broke
But I'm gone give em hope I got the game by the throat
Where I'm from that money we call it cho
Bank roll after
comin' down to roll out
We S'in (Smokin') out all the time in the yard all nine
talkin' 'bout that car's mine
Young niggas growin' up in the city
it go splat
CPD tweaking, pibble sleep withda gat
You done fucked with me, nigga then I'm aiming where you at
Super saiyan pap, head game stupid fro
clowns like a hundred somethin
Behold the prophecy peep
The mold in my philosophy deep
Contemplate crime playing for keep
Elevate and reconstruct got
to Spain, nice game
Now we're back to where we meet a-gain
Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
tired of this stupid game
Running in circles for you again
Don't blame me for what I gotta do
I wont hate myself to be loved by you
Johnny runs
He
grind, I can't work no nine to five
'Cause it's my time, yeah
It's my time, if I'm lyin'
Then I'm flyin'
I'm tryin' not to get locked up back again
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