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(feat. Paul Wall) [talking] Say look out J, I'm feeling this here man That's some funky shit man, that nigga T-Mix Got the track making a nigga wanna tell the truth man A lot of down to earth game I've seen a lot of dumb ass niggaz and bitches, feel me It's just real mayn, the shoe fits wear it dog That's bottom line, feel me on this here [Lil Head] Listen mayn, I'm trying to get game and maintain Understand, it's simple and plain to what I'm saying I see, a lot of niggaz take the game light Tell your homies bout your hustle, and think that the game's tight Grown dummy, never tell a person bout your money Even if you cap about hundreds, and only got twenties I knew niggaz that got caught up, for discussing the shit Standing round the wrong niggaz, saying they fucking with bricks Yeah that bragging get you fucked, yeah that capping get you touched Them same niggaz you call your guerillas, will put your casket in the dust How would you handle that shit brah, if they was blasting up at ya Would you pull your cannon out, and started blasting back at brother Game serious, but my real niggaz they gon be feeling this Mary Jane ease my brain, while I spit this shit SongtextePenitentiary chances, hard times is what you facing Youngster coming up in the game, with no patience Why do, niggaz tell these hoes where they cash at Knowing when they get pissed, they ain't getting no cash back Perhaps that, some of you niggaz will wisen up 'Fore the FED's send a bitch at your crib, and squad up [Hook x2] It's too late, you need to open your eyes Before the end, of you losing your life Before it's too late, it's too late [Lil Head] Let's say for instance, you going through something your mind tripping Your decision, to jump in your car, and start tipping While you flipping, you feeling Miss Thang going away Ass banging, loving the way them hips sway Now you thinking, what the hell you gonna do next You stressing feeling good, you could use you some sex You'll prolly do, what the next man do let's keep it true Pull up on the side of lil' mama, ask what it do You'll spit some game, that's flame to lil' Miss Thang Serving fire pimping, ejecting into her brain Have her hopping in, without knowing her name Five minutes later, she sucking up on you mayn Ooh mama, ooh mami I'm knowing the bitch you picked up, got that HIV Mash the gas, the ass is on your mind Smash to the room, cause you wanting it from behind but slow down [Hook x2] [Paul Wall] I've seen a lot of playas in the game, come and leave But time is the one thang, you can't retrieve A lot of missed opportunities, and wasted chances Or all the write questions, but all the wrong answers People tend to take for granted, most of they blessings They keep learning over and over, the same lessons Boys be hanging out on the block, hitting licks Then go waste all they money, on a new pair of kicks All they profits is spent, on some food and new clothes So they taking prison chances, for a new wardrobe It don't make sense, and it sho don't make dollas The ones riding the bench, always claim to be ballers Where the real playas at, or am I the last one left I take my last breath and welcome my death, it's going down You don't realize a good thang, until it's gone Before you know it, the good Lord done called you home it's too late Aus Songtexte Mania