Lyrics:
know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
down with the grind (That's my people)
Yea, how that sound? (That's my people)
It's all to the good (That's my people)
In all and every hood (That's my
ordered one last round
He said, I guess we can't complain
'Cause God made life a gamble
And we're still in the game
So here's to all the soldiers
Who
think it's better
To face it -
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very
all B's in the castle
Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game and I'm goin' to half time with a whole lot
Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
Guess they wanna see me park
take a shot
I swear I never miss
I love it, I’m winnin', I’m feenin the game
Ain’t got no assists
She pull up with gas now (swish)
I don’t even ask now
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
goin' down
Every time we come around
Y'all throw that money up, catch it comin' down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every
the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes,
know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night
"Last night last night changed it all"
In the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give
business
And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must have missed 'em
Twenty years old is when I came in the game
And now it's eight years on and you
to me
I don't need, especially in this world overwhelmed with greed
See we cut from a different tree
Why'all niggaz hope and I wish a nigga would fuck
is low then turn it up whoa!
Just wait
Then bag it up
You got the key homie
That's the recipe
[E-40]
Before you decide to elect yourself in
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
Game throw his money in the sky
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
In the back, I relax with all
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence
[Chorus: x2]
[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game (game)
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's
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