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Fifth Way The Game

should stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And

, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth

I be on my G shit, G shit BG Verse Oh, I?m a baby gangsta, you name it I done it You heard the hook nigga, I?m the definition of it I came my own way

start praying [Chorus] I dont wanna waste time talking to fella's who run up on me talking that bullshit instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish the ony way

up and you wanna get rid of A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch Fuckin' with the wood grain Everybody still playin' that hood game

like the Reaper Have you ever seen a killer Dressed in a trench coat sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll And

fifth of Jack I?ll probably go to jail for, naw that ain?t me I style crazy and act like Jay-Z The black Kojak, I get money and want mo? stacks The rap photographer, the way

to say Make a joy-ful noise, fifth around it's another day When you see me you would know that you saw me Because he always got on his game and his good

Ben's arrangin' money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way