Rules to This Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm all about respect, cashin' them checks We next at their neck Coolin' out west, quarter mill on me, I'm looking to invest (Word) Big ass MAC,, the gat blow a chunk up out your bald fade Poppin' that shit will get your moms clapped It's rules that you can't forget War stories about my crime life that got me this rich And all that type of shit (Word up) We came from avenue thugs to ghetto superstars Poverty kids, food stamps to livin' large I gotta stay rich, champagne and caviar Grab my log, told a bad bitch, come rub my battle scars You see we made it too far just to go out on some bullshit So don't get killed, this crazy world of ours You gettin' rich we on the samе time [Bridge] Nigga, it's bank time I told them niggas it's gamе time Uh, uh, nigga, it's game time Uh, I told them niggas it's game time [Verse 2] Yo, I could have made a million off the dope I made a quarter off the gram Hit a lick for a dub, then I split it with the fam (With my man) I swear the work so good fiends smoking out the can We on the block four guns deep, that's word to my man Now fast forward from that bullshit, we on the stage The fans lookin' at me, they right in my way I'm on the god level, fuck what they say Shit nigga fuckin' with me it's gonna be the gun in your face But that's life though The MAC-10 will have you moonwalkin' like Michael I got my gloves on and I'm keepin' my distance Yo, I ain't trippin', these niggas be snitchin' These niggas is bitches, I heard that he told on them