: Rack, ball and chain Feel just the same Hands on the wall Maybe you?re just playing games Set me free Hung by a hound, Ganging around Is this for
eve [Lil' Romeo:] ok It was a night before christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings was hung by
: (Clarke / Sylvester / Hicks) First at the gate post but the last one through I hung around far too long for you Left out the game left out the deal
know the games we play There's no hiding things like this from them We know we're not the first And we'll never be the last Everybody gets hung up We
homeboys If they dont win its a shame Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in twenty-five years of pain you know my name They wanna nigga to run and get hung
the same god Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans Red and blue states to represent the sets they?re running with Other gangs play the game too A
chorus] You scream at my wrongs But yelling won't make it right In time all you invoked Was a game I played so right Mind, hunger, now locked up every
Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame, I said Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all
the grace, changin in the place Blazin the brakes, invadin your space Which remains in the race, claimin first place Raisin the stakes, it's a game to
Deck] Yo, I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omen Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger Snakes
like all eyes on me, me against the world Mmm, y'all got me on my shit Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game Bein that, I'm flesh of
thought that a pause or stop Was in my pores to push rock raw Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw Got a hunger for this game, but keep that
likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He
Rule) (Jennifer Lopez Ja Rule) (Murder what's my motherfuckin' name?) R-U-L-E (Blowin' back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin' the game) And the game done
you know, but you have no idea It's the diary of Jin (Come again) OH NO! Make sure you know that Jin's the name Only Chinese kid in the game OH
too It's like the listen, and disregard the lyrics Imagine if they flipped it and the artist were the critic And everything YOU did was under the scope And YOUSE about to get hung
circling round the moon There may come a day when you feel anger China cracked and glued by clumsy hands Veins of memory touching only hunger the heart
: Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved In these small town streets too long I've held nothin' but aces and been many places And hung on