play). 'Cause it's a deadly game that we play as we live our lives, When we say what is on our minds, Play it now before the game is over. Two simple
day checks come out and vics gets served so you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain my daddy had 3 brother that all gave me some game they was
with Cotsh for six zeros And I had to be heavenly baby and niggas was hoes They wasn't playin the game Hot Gold, it's over, it's cool I'm a gangsta in the game
I follow I honor the street code, don't rat, don't snitch Get popped, be a man and take ya lick I done backed out, I done gave the game up The life I
like They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me I love my children ya heard me My children love me, yes they do I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand
tha game raw nigga Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boys play tha game raw nigga Don't slip up play tha game raw
B.G. I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh) On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep) Six years strong in this game Been doing
Represent the same war, VL 13 Still carry mine tighter, niggas real B.G. Still tote my chopper, and my 2-23 Now Cash Money is my home, til I'm dead and
the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change robbin' shit in this game I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the
conscienceless and we kill or be killed Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up The nigga on the passenger side automatically die From several gunshot wounds to the head On the scene he dead
'm bringin what a nigga feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead
a nigga say he wasn't dead yet They should have never said that My life came back, like some supernatural shit I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with Grab the dead
fight, my chopper bullets eject I gets blowed and start Ready to unload at war No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead
nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga [Verse 1] Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals trying to come up on six numerals riding high in fly with a game
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do' I push it wit ease Nigga freeze Get on yo knees No keys, no G's I find dead bodies Two wit head shots
rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right
't no crip like snoop You ain't no blood like game See I?ve been having beef I have my own bullet proof vest Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Shootout shots richochet Doc say that nigga dead