Nobody In Dis Game

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Nobody In Dis Game

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[Intro: Cell Block & Foe Foe] All ya'll young motherfuckers comin' in the game (All my gangstas, all my thugs!) Thinkin' ya'll gonna change some shit (Be afraid of the game, baby!) We the motherfuckin' Rydas, bitch! (Ain't nobody in the game like us) That's motherfuckin' Cell Block (Ain't nobody like us!) That's Bullet, that's Lil' Shank, that's Foe Foe (Psychopathic Ryda for life, baby, runnin' with a hatchet!) And that's Full Clip (When I pull on this bitch, what?) That's five motherfuckin' Rydas, for life, bitch! (Pull up on this bitch, what, what, what?) Foe Foe, bring the heat! [Verse 1: Foe Foe] When I speak, I make the walls all crumble (Yeah!) Sittin' in the 655 with the bumble Niggas all live for a block of the cheese Pop a weak nigga right in his knees, so will I die? (Bitch, please!) Gettin' G's by any means necessary That's why my cousin doin' time and my dawgs got buried Ya'll bitches is afraid of the gang (Right!) Sittin' posted on the corner insane, makin' money, fuck the fame Insane in the brain and quick to pull a gat So quick to lay your punk ass flat I'm the poster boy for car jacks (Bitch!) And my name is Foe Foe Anybody got a problem with me, bring it to my door (Yo, yo!) And I'ma let my gun unload And watch the back of your motherfuckin' head explode (Punk!) I'm from the streets where you hustle for your rep Anybody wanna step, they gon' catch it, you can bet (What, what, what, what?) [Chorus: Cell Block] It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga! It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga! [Verse 2: Full Clip] Bitch, I'm Full Clip, but you can call me Dreamcast Ahead of the game, so far number 1 looks last See the gat blast, hear lead whistle by your ear Deaf by the sound, vision blinded by the glare Of a Rollie, dusted the fuck down in ice chips Hatchet representin' in the window of the black whip Fuck a grip and them brother busters get no love Rydas run this motherfucker, throw your hatchets up [Verse 3: Bullet] Ain't nobody in this game worth speakin' about Because the Psychopathic Rydas always freakin' them out We be like hustlin' popos and we slangin' them bobos Leavin' motherfuckers missin' like Electrifying Mojo Killers don't talk, but we be quick to lay them out And then appear at your funeral like, "What you cryin' about?" We dressin' up all in black, we pack a hoodie attack And leave you layin' on the floor like a gorilla came in an broke your back! [Chorus: Cell Block & Lil' Shank] It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga! It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga! (What, what, what, what, what?) [Verse 4: Lil' Shank] You couldn't see a fuckin' thug with a microscope And there ain't a crew in the industry half as dope (Hell no!) As Rydas be, Foe Foe on the side of me (Yup!) Mashin' out of control and reachin' the vicinity Witness real G's with real rhythm and rhyme And we takin over hoods one block at a time (Ride with me!) But hold on fam, before you fall off When funds get low, that's when a nigga grab the sawed off (Yeah!) Time to set some shit off Take a pull of the blunt, hold the smoke until a motherfucker cough Chinky-eyed, sittin' in a hoopty ride Thinkin' to myself (Somebody gon' die!) Now which one of ya'll wanna catch the slugs? I represent the unity of five heartless thugs And we take what we want, be it money or drugs Can't nobody in the game even fuck with us! (Yeah!) [Chorus: Cell Block] It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga! It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us! It ain't nobody in this game even close to us! It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us! It ain't nobody in this game, nigga! Game, nigga!

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  • Monoxide
  • Madrox
  • Violent J
  • Shaggy 2 Dope