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water 
Lines go crazy 
Pens game better than sword 
That's wavy

Dead calm in a whirl pool constant flux
Striking like the tide
I don't give a F***

the game we playing drive us fucking crazy
Sometime it get the people round us fucking brazy
Homie thought his BM was his fucking baby
Hit the stand got em

The Planet

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn [LP]

1994

or some shit like that
I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat
I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper
Then one week later, she got me

that was somethin')
But now I'm all fucked up (watch what come next)
I said I'm all fucked up (DJ Drama)

Around here, if we see opps, this how we do

bitches, yeah, I breathe illegal
In love a crazy place to be, I don't be tryin' to go there
And doin' right by a nigga ain't never got me nowhere (facts)

that it was when it wadn't
Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto
Fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you wit'

was some love
She say here you can have it
That girl she's mine
Mine
Baby you make me go crazy
Do things I shouldn't
But I'm alright by the days end

mind playing games on me, days upon days,
It's driving me crazy, Lord I'm a slave,
Break away all that's holding me back,
I can't take this abuse

, I like that (yeah, yeah) 
And I never was a rich man
A rubber band full of wrist bands
Got dough and had to switch plans
Drama still don't stop

see
Surely shored
They can't control their aura
Oar or the go to swim
When their ass sink
That's what happens when your cash think
Smoking your stash

nobody hear me cause they hypnotized by catchy hooks
I’m dealing wit’ a game that’s all fucking visual
Could I be the one to make it simply spitting

Poker face on that's the hand I was dealt
Spirit in a bomb I'm feeling like cell
Feelin super — you hear what I'm sayin
Opps on their knees — like they

Throwing flashbang gunshots, g-g-game over
Making so much money
Feel like SEBii playing poker

Huh? Bitch I'm zeroed in, right on your head
You got 20

crazy man, I gotta get it right
15 years old I was looking at juvenile life
21, I ain't coming home for a long time
And my bitches steady writing but
That

up a game (what?)
She dying to be insta-famous
Asking for the things that she gave me
By tryin' to lock you in with a baby (who?)
Keeping it real, but

Nas Is Coming

Nas

Original Album Classics

2014

shot that ass up, you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the court, and corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious
I rock the cable '86 shit

In younger days it seemed to me
growin' old could never be
all the crazy games we used to play
Levitating something more
sliding on the devil bored

crazy for money we live on freeway 
 What you smoking Corey he that be the cheesecake 
The niggas mad we won’t give em leeway 
Im the back of the Burban

low-lows, nigga
It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang 'caine on the
Streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was more 'caine
You got

Rise

Teedra Moses

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards 
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking 
Cooling on em 
Moving on em 
My

Overruled by his deception 
cnd he valued his succession 
Then the life that he's possessin 
So he just another lil menace to society 
Product of his

doors and collapsible pillars
My fate is the game and life is the dealer
Surrounded by cobras and vipers and killers
They got they lies but we got

on these bitches, it's a whole fit
I don't play poker, I don't know shit
But I know when to hit, when to fold it
Know when to bet chips, when to hold it
Fuck

A game of poker
A game of dice
You wanna play me, yeah?
You better think twice
(Oh-oh he's a bushbaby)
And I'm ready for the night
(Oh-oh he's a bushbaby)