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Playing in the game no timeouts or referees
You bitches could never be on
My level or the map
Just keep your suit pressed for the dirt nap
(Uh, huh) my crew

I pray they understand how we passionate we take this...
2021, no fugazi shit!
Think it's a game? It's no game to me. 
Tricks are for kids.
DXB

Question Time

Dave

Game Over

2017

of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by

When I'm hoppin' on the beat, I'm getting ready for war
This your routine, I'm still a teen, but they gon' send me on tour
I keep it four, pockets

Ventilation

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy

Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found

a Dodgers hat
Narcs chasing n*ggas through the parks
Running through dice games, the dough was up in White Plains with bar
Eatin' Wells, blowin' L's out

Knocks is where I was schooled
I've been shot by the police, harassed by parolees
Fell in a state of depression, damn near OD'd
Feeling guilty, if only

of war
Ready the troops, feel the wrath of my sword
My tongue cuts your mind with
The depth of a razor
Pickin' off the target with
The infra-red laser

If you get me to hop in da bag
Then imma go on the attack
Casting my magic I'm aiming at those that are ready for war
Im making the Change
Im helping

funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

diapers
Two shots of patron that's in the the cup
Finna manifest an all red Bentley truck
He got game but I still wouldn't give it up
It's both ways when I

a pothole
I'm a need that money by tomorrow
Bang

I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't
I'm securing the bag while you posting a post
Niggas be talking

Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em

dream that I been sitting on since sixteen bouta clutch it shit and ima love it (shit) 
Toting on a big thing it is accompanied by a red beam bitch you

traffic from pulling up to smash, cause I'm dope
They tryna hit the glass, like a game of basketball
I'm blasted, better pass it 
Wear the pussy on my

not us like who send shots?
Like who bent what ?
Baddie stay by my side never needed a smut
Freaky lil bitch use my finger to bust
Keep a ooter in game

thot, can't love no hoe

Yeah, nigga told me hadda switch up the flow
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch, then I'm takin' her home
Yeah, I be runnin' the game

After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your

These Ni**as Ain't Real

Big Tuck

Purple Hulk

2004

real with you, you get a chick Southside too
Stay on top of game, it's hard to shoot red beam to aim
Gotta get that change, disregard the fame
Why y'all

If money talks I'm going to make it right
Slide two bills put that to the side
You know it's me when I drive by
My bro's like blood, I roll with

where this is going
The war is over, and the town is growing
And I want you like none other
Sometimes, yeah, I still dream about her
When I see her now, I

M.I.T LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
PERFORMED BY RcS KINKY

Yo ch mi she red gold and green every where in this time enuh,
ch we just keep focus pan

shots

Feet in the sand chillin out by the beach
Whats on my mind a whole lotta green
Wish i aint have to my cuts from my team
But i looked in the mirror