Lyrics:
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll cross yours off
It’s the same old game
Don’t
cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them
one came back again
A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership
The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs
Head shots by dead shots
the difference by joining
Some organization or some movement
Let me explain the powers that be
Are families of power with old money
Unfortunately on their
wants a game
He put the golf ball in the hole
And at home he plays golf on his games console
An illegal drop in the pro shop
His name's Mike Balls
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks |Dropped a little change in that old jukebox |Time flew by next thing I knew |I went for one but I stayed till
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
frankly, he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, 'how bout you?
Now guess who (hey), here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
and waits
He waits until a mean monster starts playing
Then wanders over and watches the game
At the critical moment he takes the cue ball
His henchmen
Hercules!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
cheese, grin cause I ball like McGrady
Why bother me with some shit I can't change?
Gotta switch discs cause I'm changing the game
Greedy like Krabs want
Bob and weave
They say I'm bougie cause I don't move without a fee
From playin' on it to workin' all night
Chasin' dreams
Wanna pull out a hundred
Baby boy show up late rerun old news
Any mission possible Tom Cruise
Pulling up now what's my excuse uh
Car trouble illness, what imma choose huh
Get
at the game
It's a fucked up scenario (it's fucked)
Smoke out my burial, convos with Aerio
I just sat down with the government in Ontario
They're my biggest
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
Start the race
Game face
Ready to cross the line
First place
I'm on the grind
Every day
When everyone leaves
I'm here to stay
Beast mode
Unleashed
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