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on all your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan, gonna work ya walls
Straight from the South side of dem Chi-town streets
The top three in the game, with
in time breakfast for that Good Ole sour
Grits eggs and cheese in the mood or Some pancakes
Game face on and I'm good have a Good day
Yesterday was
get used
Play the game straight got to avoid the heartbreak
In life we live by three rules
Be happy move forward focus on you
Don’t let nobody change
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
game
Trying to survive, trying to get high, trying to get by and stay alive
So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit
But wait until ya eighty
by the rules then don't complain when you lose
From the drugs being sold to the ones being used
To have and to hold whether you're young or you're old
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
on power moves, you live be coward rules
Singing the blues while I pack shit that'll knock you out your shoes
'Cause I'm a fool playing the game
I don't need none
Play it by the rules, took some let some
Once was behind bars, now I'm a All Star
Outlaw to idol, takin all the titles
Whole
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
Everywhere i go there is road block
When i look at the street i see spikes
The five o is on my tail now
But i am not afraid this game is mine
I grab
night, you take all the dick
Baby girl, come ride with me, I know you wanna be my sidekick
I'm pullin' up by the pressure, hold on, wait a minute, that
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
bombing shit
Trying to cop my click?
Hell no! Real raw. y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain
want to test my
the number one rule is
M-o-b-p-o-p-I-m-p from d-o-d holla
[Chorus x3]
the house like cory
You gossip niggas like Mal & Rory
You Talking trigger happy
Well Make it snappy
Cut throat
Dont play by rules
Rusty barroll
Gun's dont
rules
S*T*E*P*P*IN~O*U*T OF Outta Line
Some may be fooled by the rules of the game
Others break the cage
Refusing to be tamed
Some may grow old
To fit
wifi
My niggas will drive by
You play with my cheese you gone get swizzed up
(Click bow)
And this ain't no versus but you gone get timb up
(Yeah)
Just when you learned the game of life
All the rules change overnight
Whoa-o-oh, go figure
It seems so wrong to even try
But taking a chance
my step
Heard that it was rules with regards to this game but
I'll make sure I break them shits as far as I can break 'em (I'm cryin' inside a song)
page
Got the rap game by its fuckin ankles and legs
Yellin please stop, while Im bustin aimed at its face
Who you know
Who can do it like this, they
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