Lyrics:
ice on me I feel like I’m gonna shiver,
This shit real life, this shit not Instagram, I got no filter,
You can tell these n****s snakes, just by how
't know why
My whole family is loud you should know
But I guess it's a trait I'll gain as I grow
I remember playing racing games with my bro
Calling my
(N** just be talking shit
He ain’t doing nothin
Trying to keep up with the next n**
Ion need any that shit)
(Yea), Everybody wanna be the man in
the same
The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain
Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
come and chalk you out
Aye whatchu mean n***a?
Oh you play with heat?
Well our heat come with heat seekers
Green dot
Line you up and hit all yo team
In the night
Bitch you know that I'm coming
There is no point in the running
You'll never get away honey
Cause day n night
I'm hunting with a buck
back up
In the cut with a cup of yak
I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back
Take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals
You’re blocking me out
This isn’t a phase
I think I’m devout
In love with the game
Were having a child
Still needing a name
I’n thinking out loud
of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chillin' with Master P
The O
Came into the game two thumbs up
It's GodSyllable don't get it fucked up
You say you don't know like what what
It's a big boy game, no putt putt
So
but don't look familiar (oh, yeah)
I guess I did change
Small fellow, doin' big things
Small fellow and a big face
Check out my wrist game (boy)
I
we go again
Growing up they used to think that jay was my twin
I put the buck up to him
They like here we go again
But Kross is my kin
Now, don't rub
I excel with high fidel, like an
Amp, made by kenwood
Droppin' bombs, wreck these comps
Like only a man could
Mc troll stay so small, flair go stare
got a bullet with my name on it
They told me
You've been working hard
You bet not change on me
Change the game
Don't let the game
Change you homie
Kool 'n' dre
(this)
Black game
(is)
Terror squad (i, I, I, I, i)
The remix
Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(this is) weezy f. baby
Aka
there's a way, so don't make an excuse that's gon' mess up yo game
Heart to heart with my brother let him know, that I, won't be here someday
Hope my
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
[M.C. Ren]
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
Its that nigga
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 with the ribs
Hoping to bone
Ain’t no hope where we going
Ain’t no games, We mean blood
Told my fate, Good enough
Got this fate by the dock
Fake blowing up
Big banks for
when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly
What would you do?
Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggas for yuro
You start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun
Your lousy seven inch is not impressing anyone
You get you first show and you're ready
got a bullet with my name on it
They told me
You've been working hard
You bet not change on me
Change the game
Don't let the game
Change you homie
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