stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And I can
should stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And
'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it? And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick
I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down
mamacita in the taqueria Half Selena Half Aaliyah Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing Got on the thang like eat the vi cream Started spittin' game
Straight spittin’ Flipmode squad _the_imperial_ I’ll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice I’m in jersey, where I’m paying no taxes I’ll stick
I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheelin' with a fifth
, I'm givin it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me (Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us 50 Cent working way harder baby and Lil Wayne was working harder too all of us was getting street paper but that was way
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth
the flowers wilt Don't tell me about no game Cause that is a man And his family Revolution family Look at the family Dig the family They're living the wrong way
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And mami on forty-fifth she told
by my lonely Spits got the dessie on cock & wanna bone me (Blocka) Bitches gettin’ mad cause they know they can’t (stop her) Nickname should be TV the way
bet I won't visit 'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen (Chorus) Make this money, take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from
new whips I'm cruisin, 100 deep in the club we movin, No love in this game, So get outta my face Verse 1 (The Game) Gangsta, Yeah I move like
I’m worn out but I’m beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange old morning door This game is no game but it’s played
fuck you and them, too [Chorus] [Xzibit] I work hard when I'm breakin your back, my lil' nyphomaniac Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch It ain't a game