I've wasted too much time fighting the fall Time and time again it's all the same This time I'll take control and end the game Let's move in for the kill
And collect on my ass cap The rappers in the game aint changed And I finally realized that we not in the same game The hating will never end, so I guess
a kite hitting hoes for fun But that ain't me Dog my minds now clear And that ain't fair dog Your heart pump fear In the state I *censored* You
Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there
night need some more fetti right living the street life thinking I'm getting game tight but partner game is meant for playing for keeps and game will ever turn cause
level. If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils. The fight won't end 'til the war get settled. And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone niggas' rebels
cause ya be makin me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man Death runnin up from the left, Bang! #1 in this murder game, insane
the same outcome Heath Cause that christmas you know the pneumonia thing It was bolognya was it the methadone ya think Or the hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos Your
s shady game nigga Hope ya bulletproof Fat fuck lame nigga Know who I'm talkin' to Glad ya man did You bout to get it too Rest with your fam man This
Who can I trust in the end? As the, love keeps spinnin, we all keep sinnin All cause we tryin to win (all cause we tryin to win) [Stat Quo] I don't roll
g's Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip Cause bet your life
Get Get It Boy [Pharrell:] Don't Waste Your Time... Fighting The Lies Stay Your Course... And You'll Understand (Get It Boy) [Verse 2:] This 87 State
still here) I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy Let's try this one [Jay-Z] + (singer) Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga! Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga Took your
grab your nines Cops is rolling down our lines Sell your blow, get off the track Hide your doe and flush your crack Change your clothes, dump your gats Stay on your
money? shit invest now Soccer mom needs to organize a pep rall' You game over bitch, Gatorade, wet towel Motherfuckers ain't ready, they neva been As long as I am in the game
rhyme with a cruzer End with a r-ra yup your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f.a.b.o) cause yall sum dylon hoes t ry to fuck
My last stance be a stance of a General Custard I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard I got the stats of a hall of famer - in just two records
with whom you first made love [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 3: Nas] Unforgettable, unsubmittable I go by "N" now, just one syllable It's the end 'cause the game