to kill Around the way with, street corner game, Pat Sajak Got kids to feed, you can't stop the paycheck A letter gram said that you're ahead of him
We've got all out there, do what they abase Place the game with the boy in arrest And the game's so light or really for He put your hand up to play until the game
I read through that Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to that Hit yo front letters see through
to bang a fuck 'Cause we Certified Gangstaz All day we hangin' smut dog, wit a gang of ducks Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
Play a double header, we can do better You can get wetter, blown out your sweater So much game, need Dick Vivetta Now Helen Keller can read this letter
ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Muahh kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king
the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything
And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe Bryant I'm applying pressure, check out my melody the eighteenth letter The first letter the nineteenth letter
keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale I ordered for Bronx niggas If you want it, I'll head up with the connect just the game of respect With the game
hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game
showin niggas defeats And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin Slangin gangbangin run a game
I talk that dope slang folk, rock and dust Treat my hoes like my pistols, cock and bust You better study hip-hop, if you think someone else Could spit the game
It's almost ten o clock, see I got a ball of lifted property So I slid my beenie hat on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game
and bank rolls we got Who we got in here? Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black Lord Infamous and me, DJ Paul the King of Memphis Nigga we some
I'm Father MC Ha ha, cocky, but don't be a copycat When you see me rockin that, L.A. Kings hockey hat I'm the king of L.A., do you copy that? It's time
speak louder than words, so step to the verb Fuck a pronoun, I get down for my crown Pass the three pound, show it to King Clown And watch him lounge
with the unexplained, for the brains 'til things change They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game History that I arranged, been regained by King