a little game I liked to crawl back in my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean the game called 'Go Insane' Now you should try this little game
Übersetzung: The Doors. A Little Game.
here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little
writin' rhymes I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a
known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [
Old nigga wanna slang, without a clique? He don't wanna share, so we gone ride on that bitch We bout to turn your block to a war zone I'm warning you to bring the little
on they feet for L.T., a G, throwin a gangsta a key So I can see all my homies ball in the U.P.T. [B.G.] Bat a bitch quick, that's the modo I follow
the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it
a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a
past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof
call the po po, Game got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang What's a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang A
selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day we saw your drop-dead fancy wheels your little house up on the hill but when your conscience pricks a little
back and put some sugar in her ice tea I'm more like a virus, you're more like a sneeze Cancerous lyrics bringin' beasts to their knees I'm just a little
of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a
knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I
: featuring Obie Trice {Obie Trice} Ha ha, yeah {Tupac} Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit
Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant
