You want to get into that game The secret game where bet is pain Like playing dice with no numbers Who dares will win, but still who cares... There
never be my chair that you own crown so tight that it cuts all circulation no air to the brain no oxygen other words it’s no air to the throne When i
the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
game you had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game
it busta bus baby Yeah, rah digga now, c’mon Check it, huh [verse: busta rhymes] If you ain’t noticed yet I have come wit a throne See I was gone for
town all day and all night I chose the pace to come take the throne Cause some of these niggas aint living right We slowed up shit and we changed the game
window to the wall (wall) Turn the music up lets rock the party cuz its on (on) My game is through the roof like j-j-Jordan in the zone Fresh Prince of Hollywood, Ch-ch-ch-Chillin on my throne
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!} So I testify To burn down the throne
were so strong Always knew that I would occupy your mind You would always find a little more time To show me I was number one Put me there on my throne
get up in the game beware Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers Got this ocean so damn potent player Put you on a throne like a broken chair
lawless game [Verse 1:] Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em Even if they solevent I know the game is crazy It
be over here tearing it down This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince [hook - repeat 2X] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne, This
What you want me to put on the back Daddy's little that's right, see what I'm talking bout I can't give you the game but I can show the game and you can
, So in her I do confide, And she keeps me satisfied. Gives me all I need. And with dust in throat I crave Only knowledge will I save To the game you
something to believe in) Ringing doubt Full of ways out Of something to hold I errode Fade like cologne Shrink inside as i departe the throne (Love
I mean... you kno wen I Do it's done get who you want like I'm a bodie every last bitch in the game, I'm a sit on tha throne And these bitches gunna have
too animated like The Incredibles Let this beef go around like the 26's It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain Nigga what about The Game
a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day" Love it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just consider me the heir to the throne
