The Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mysonne] Y'all ain't killers, y'all stand up comics [?] I caught [?] to make you vomit Fuck around, get robbed on the red carpet Have you on your knees like you eslomic in your garmets All I want is the jewels, nigga keep your wallets Killers move in silance Catch you out of bounds, nock you off balance Ya'll niggas is clowns, my part of town freek killers Your part of town, freak snitches Bitch ass niggas Everybody tryna get rich fast, nigga Everybody gotta rat And every hood rat chick I knew took they income tax check and got a [?] I ain't mad at ya, you heard 2pac I like the way them curves looking, plus the boob job Look up to you god, when times get rough And I fucks with Kay Slay, cause he ride with Gruff Line them up, knock them all down like bolling pins I ain't gotta say too much, you already know it's him [?] They reppin, whole Harlem down without a question [Verse 2: McGruff] The game different, you lames with it Way these niggas dress, you can't tell me they ain't women I ain't with it I'm in a whole different lane Get respect cause I came into the game [?] give a nigga nothing Grind and I earned my [?] Game was [?] been mines the first time Life teaches lessons, nigga and I learned mine [?] worst time Can I get an eh men, like it's church time [?] Google the search mines [?] I prefer peace, but if you shoot at me, it's war Don't believe in the law I believe that the lord put a nigga here to fight till he ain't breathing no more More blacks die [?] We gon kkeep shooting [?] till we start shooting them back Motherfucker [Verse 3: Freeway] Motherfucker trust I got the ratchit on I don't rock with these other rappers, they be rapping wrong All them niggas sound alike, they should do a rap along I left them over there, ccause I'm lightyears passed them all [?] pull a clip, [?] cast them off Gun this shit, man I run this shit like a triathlon You wanna go outside and play, you gotta ask your dad You wanna grind and get this paper, you gotta ask the don [?] [?] [?] me and [?] Dick eaters, you chearleaders need palm palms I'm on the northside of Philly with a [?] I will never leave her, cause [?] If you copping, gotta grab more than [?] This shit is interesting, boy I'm thinking [?] My Colt 45 put an end to guys My knife gut you niggas, when I put it in a guy What's wrong with these new rap niggas wearing dresses and blouses? Acting like they into guys, [?] favorite color indago All y'all gotta go, cause you're living lies [?] that's a friend of mine AK spray be the cause of your demise [Verse 4: Trick Trick] [?] world turning counter clockwise Salute to the wise that choose to rise Above these dudes in disguise Grown ass men with a [?] I don't fuck with this new age shit they say I'm [?] [?] polish Me and Slay go [?] I promis Put these niggas on the scales, for real let's be honest Really don't want these fucking problems I round them up like [?] [?] If we [?] about my money, then homie [?] meet you at your mama's [?] Fuck the police, you better call Obama Soon as the drama get to poppin, ain't no turning back That white powdery substance [?] with that Never use it or abuse it cause the homie [?] never get high off your own supply See you little [?] queens All on the 'Gram with your Lean Bragging bout you just popped a bean Dragging in a dress, [?] beam on your forhead You ain't even know that [?] little cocksuckers Keep your bitch ass [?] cocksucker You a fuck nigga, [?] brothers [?] every city you show up in outnumbered