(noreaga)
This aint no game man
A lot of people look from the outside from in
Thinking that its easy man
You know what Im saying, not realizing we work too
You know what I mean, we working everyday hard
Getting our hands dirty just like yall
But yall think yall better
(musolini)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you face will stab you in the back
Lifes a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You live your life, you gotta love it
Six double o, used to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got chips
Left the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out whip
Why not shit
Devilish, your crabs aint shit
Mad at this, certain gentle wrist
(chorus: maze)
Its not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they cant see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-a-z-e, n.o.r.e., musolini
(noreaga)
Now thats that shit that Im talking about and shit
Same niggaz that you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats that you dont fuck wit
Whatcha supposed to do?
Both of them are part of the crew
Cant choose side (true)
I dont know, I dont like to go that road
If thats your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
While say break up to make up
I say stick together God until yall cake up
Bitches meet me at the crown plaza
On they period, it dont matter
Im in the head something serious
It aint a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while yall niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and chill wit
Now its only family I like to deal wit
That I like to build wit
Get high, hold steal wit
So lets do this, all my niggaz run through this
(chorus)
(maze)
The money attitudes the cay in
To many snakes in the way
A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting lost in a storm
My pen pages reflect maze
Why steps from his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang from my physical
Bitched scare me
Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me
Im like fan of b
Vanish from the scene in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand
Were in your land like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
(chorus)
