You want to get into that game The secret game where bet is pain Like playing dice with no numbers Who dares will win, but still who cares... There
gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne; they
the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game
ass Henny and haze make the sex last Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show me, moby Ayo I'm back spittin' game Put
want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
d they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast Feed me rappers
friends for miles around. I was a lion in my winter. What good's a lion, lord, without a crown. You're living in a cave, man, upon your marble throne
you I'm not free. How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? I've given up the game, I've got
into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse, "He who cannot be trusted must fall." Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety. You fight for the throne
See, I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc Cause I got more lines than a Stop & Shop On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot Of shit stealthy in the game
for that brass ring Uhh, New York feel it in they gut Cause if Jay comin back then the world need Puff Emotional bond to the game I'm attached I gave
they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long Been a g in the game now my son on the throne [Lil Wayne] I am the beast Feed
Bad Chick, But Yall Already Know That! And, Im Undeffeated. Blowin Kisses At You Haters Cuz Im Miami Heated! Tired Of Playin Wit You Lames Im Shuttin Down The Game
off champagne screamin' in the phone See my house is not a home, fuck is goin' on Where did we go wrong, where do we belong Caught up in the game and
this sh-t that makes these b-tches go insane So they tell me that they love me I know better than that it's just game It's just what comes from fame And
stand the rain or the pain To see these wack niggaz game, aiyyo I'm tryin to maintain I don't even rhyme no more I explain Rules of the game, simple and
Better Just Make New Livin' Arrangments If You Think, You The Top And King Of The Castle You About To Be Thrown Off The Throne And Ripped A New Asshole
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy Game over [Eminem:] Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again [Yelawolf:] Game over
