wrong way Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me So true to the game, it's a name you
be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz
thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to
pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper
ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough
Fuck the world!" {They're tryin to say that I don't care} Just got up and screamed, "Fuck the world!" [2Pac] When I was comin up rough that wasn't even
madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore... theme Couldn't rough something rougher in
the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts
like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho Just holla my name And witness game
: You push the boys to prove you're rough You push the girls to prove you're tough Scars on your fists scars on your brain You're a real man, you feel
cops life some times I want to cry but a man will never shed a tear I fight with my emotions but I never fight fear the game is getting rough the stakes
to kill I feel the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill Y'know I always thought there was time enough To win the game But now I know times are rough
and sold they say a face for fame is a crying shame because you face the crowd just to play their game and I can play a little too rough now and again
at first But left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me When the game got rough
they thinkin niggaz was weak but we showed 'em We on top it ain't no stoppin us, the suckas wishin we would go away So they can flood the game with that
the haters is singin' Yeah we make 'em zone We make 'em sing, sing! No matter what they say Everybody, all know Bone changed the game, game, game We made
: [Layzie Bone] Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto You gotta survive, no matter the pain Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting But nigga