Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Do not hate the player
Do not even hate the game
Do not declare war you're flippin' insane
This world's not to be blamed by you goin' insane
We stay doing that fly shit, you gettin high just to get by
The bitches going up with us, they get around y'all n start acting shy
I beat it up, she
a top notch bitch, you about a piece of shit
Yo net worth is zilch, up yo game a couple bricks
I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists
Went from
G's and a half
Money seen money gone brother
Mighty Mone just looked and said just a dead motherfucka
Yeah you punk ass nigga
Don't get into the game if
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
Sleep all day, and grind all night
Living in the fast lane, the game's nothing polite
So I'm laced up tight, cause I ain't into lagging
She love
Ah
That's just how the fuck it is
Fucking punk
It's fucking bosses over here man
Leave that shit to them little niggas, real talk
We out with it
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic
sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not
Entertained by my struggle and they'd love to see me die
Why not love to see me live instead of helpin' my family cry?
Like a homeless person with a sign, I
Yo, turn me up some be
I'm about to lace ya'll, check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke be
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'll punk
a nigga u Neva seen B4
U shoulda signed the Peace Treaty B4
U got yo punk azz blown thru
That MF screen door! Where's ur whore?
Let's explore The game I
you like to make love?
I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
it back to the cracker
(bust) now you ain't supposed to get
Hypnotized by this shit (no)
'Cause you gon' live through all
The shit that I spit (yeah)
their game like an actress
I flip that shit back like Baptist
Looks like ain't had enough practice
Nah they ain't had enough practice
I'm back
can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
Anemies and my range is on
Tou're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye
kids
And stay away from his tricks
But the simp chose to take another route
A love and a cell
Ain't what the game is about
Traded in his Benz for
for free, see
Just call me S-I-C-K
I love to kill for play, 'cause like Cube, it was a good day
And I'mma be like strictly on my Q's
P's and Q's
steel
Shows, ho's, junior pimp sweat out, punk
So I can give your bitch the Evil E jump
I love you honey, sure, listen up, listen clear
After the show,
actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
'cause my chain hang so low my
motherfucking game
Try to tame myself
But it wasn't no help
Hell yeah a nigga snapped
Had to keep my fucking rep
Making gosh darn niggas step
Always trying ta
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