turns the ball of steel When passion rules the game I ain't got no control when my heart's in flame When passion rules the game I ain't got no control
the ball of steel When passion rules the game I ain't got no control when my heart's in flame When passion rules the game I ain't got no control when
claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on bad boys Niggas fuck for life Plus puffy
make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, passion for
ain't enough to keep me here Coz it'll pass us by and and leave us in the cold Is this how it's meant to be? Is love just one confusing game? And we'
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, HEY!!!!) Everyday a star is born!!!! (Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
(Ja Rule) Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule baby It's E-Dub Yeah Def Squad Uh Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right? Get da name right R-U-L-E baby My shit
for now, while i'm breathing I'm a ride for niggas that ride for me Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me Bleed tears of love for
thug niggas Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga It's rules to the game Cats like me play not to lose in this game You see this little nigga
faded wicked high Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide Pass the meat from which I stink of Passed out serving on the side
gettin this dough We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!) (Murda, Murda!) I'll send you on Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc Yeah, y'all see us It ain't a game
street in a Range Rover, Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go. Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now, Light it up and take a puff, pass it
steak, and take for a bean pie Get a final call for the brother in a bow-tie I'm from little kid's, dream, and fiend for fun Lots of laughter moms, no
hit the wall Crash! Boom! Bang! That's the call, that's the game And the pain stays the same. I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere I pass by
worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game
tryna get it straight, Cause I'm over here convinced that its too early for mistakes. Chorus: You had to change up the game, Oh the weather is not same
New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for
