Lyrics:
Building blocks, TNT
Okay
Calm, crazy
Game, real
Deal, decline
The deal, the buy
The bye, hello
The by the book, the break the law
The brake, the floor it
of the game, already making a sequel (damn)
Easy to view that I'm winning the levels
Goes to show how we're not equal (uh-huh)
I got a ting for the yacht
City lights shine bright on my complexion
Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection
Life is green-lit, one star no script
Supporting
Never met em but free red die, I pray them laws change. Bought my way into the rap game and them tell em keep the change.
It's to the point where I
this is a fine morning and bathing we'll go"
They both walked along 'till they came to a long lane
The first one they met was the keeper of game
grizzled fingers as she called him by his name
And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside in some forgotten
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
(Chorus)
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
Had a daughter who was raped at the age of fourteen|When we heard about his baby |Red was all her could see|He took the law into his own hands|Just
Schreibtischfach
Bulle riegelt wieder ma' die Crime-Scene ab
Spreade Kugeln in der Street wie ein Ice-Cream-Truck
Wer tritt mein Erbe an? Das Game ist
average Joe
Maniac approach, my product is dope
You're listening to the pro with the accurate flow
Yo, I got one foot in the game, one foot
never been caught (zodiac killer assisted by brady)
peek-a-boo you're doomed!
he plunged himself into the billowy wave
and an echo arose from
Fuck you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully
In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie
You ain't got no aim,
Red lights on the skyscrapers
Snow white all over
Smoky pipes
Spitting out dirty waters
Daybreak in one hour
Lost clouds
Nightmarish shadows
to clear the shit up
For what, I seek steel, I get stuck
I play jacks on the year like Bill Rodell, get hit by a truck
Bent the fuck back, despite
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
the set up, trying to get my red up
bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do,
seem like we got the vas
streets
So keep a grip yeah we flared up we red flags and caps
This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized raza till eternity
Putting dips up in
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
can tell we smokin' pure by the way we choke
They comin' closer and I know they want to hit the weed
But see I hate to disappoint em' cause ain't
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
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