in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight High off of love, drunk
home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high
feel no pain And I swear I got the shit that makes these bitches go insane So they tell me that they love me, I know better than that, it's just game
five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is
out lookin' 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'
feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U-double E-N-Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame respect the game When you
know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game
, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' I'm married to the game and every
-huh-huh.. Yeah [Eightball] Yeah, yeah This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days
me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game
niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade Mad games
killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nothin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long
them with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like it wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT
sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Let's play a game, let
do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever,
you high on music, on music Come enjoy the fride Don't you wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high
wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world one day to be prosistint less pain in the game
, we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from or who sent them First nigga to find them better bend 'em 'Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine Shit ain't a game