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(feat. J-Black, Jugga, Godfather, P Dap) YO this that hot shit "the games peoples play" Game Over nigga, it's over now "the games peoples play" "the games peoples play" [J-Black] It's time for ya ballers to pass the rot Before I pass a shot, thru ya vocal box I ain't playin no more, lay on the floor I'm the reason they delayin ya tour What they payin ya for? You ain't hot, no way You had a lot to say Before them hot shots from that glock got popped ya way Now ya standin there sailin, talkin bout that nigga balance Seein more blood than us thugs on the Island I got you trapped like a Puffy contract And I ain't recoup yet, ya sittin up? you bet No where to go nigga, where my dough nigga? With that flow, how you figga you gon' blow nigga The chances are slim and none You better lace up ya Timbs and run Havin a gun in ya face ain't fun SongtexteI'm about to leave mami with no son Fuckin with J, you done chosed the wrong one [Jugga] This whippa snapper, quote from the Book of Rap Pick a chapter, hit a track, and split it Smack a critic in the kisser Mack a hot and spicy chicken rapper Raise ya hand up to me, and she can stand up and be Damn, I'm smellin plead, who got the chocola-te That brolic like a ?, prolly had me sloppy on the hot day Dodgin the street crime unit, why? Forty one shots got a sweat sound to it? ha? Plus your own, ethnic group wanna stick ya up Bust and hit ya up Put you in the back of that big red and white "come and get you" truck Bet you ain't bet on this, ball till ya fall and got the ref settin this [Steele] Niggas need to watch what the fuck is comin outta ya mouth Cuz the shit you talk about can get ya shot in ya mouth I got soldiers from the south that run in ya house Mask on, boots on, gloves on, gats out, gash out Bullets flash out, you assed out Layed out, losin blood till ya pass out If you the best, let's get in the cage go all out Raw dog, strong arm war and death bouts Steele, I'mma show you what a soldiers about You niggas gonna know who to bomb when I'm blowin you out Fuck a record label, Bucktown thuggin it out In the streets, guzzlin stouts or fuckin ya spouse "the games people play" [Godfather] I watch the beat slip under, over all strength comin numbers 2000 Infamous thunder, that raw thru the streets click peep Yellin "M-O-B-B" Over doose rap get's ya off ya feet Jetty Jet, Black 5-8, under the seat Blowin trees, ready for beef You strapped with the world in my lap, ready to eat The God QB, my life site of a nut, my pops same one Game Over, daughter born 18th, 92 of October It's hard to stay sober Henny went in my throat, we gettin loan to rise thru a ace Turn on a beat, for my niggas in the keys Can't we live, lost these, they comin all ways fuck gee I'd rather die first put my life on stake [peep that] [P-Dap] I burn like a dutch with a lotta teeba Choke from a toke, catch a third degree fever The best seller, hundred thousand dollar voice flamin off Acappella paid off, dudes on my days off Make sure the dough, I get it betta get it pronto Or I'm send them hooligans to get mine from ya doors For the upmost, you had enough, fuck if ya mad enough Bad enough, everything I touch ran to make bucks Cuz none of ya can stop me Fat heads get up in my pockets Dippin in the wide body rocket Throughout the Metropolitan, 88 chasin me Road blocks up ahead, doin a buck 83 Bust thru the barricade, made it to the studio safe Grab mics make it yell "wait, wait" Head phones on my mellon and yellin for jake Dealin with the case properly, my nonchalant way, talk to me "the games people play" "the games people play" "the games people play" "the games people play" "the games people play" "the games people play" Aus Songtexte Mania