The Game — текст песни (Philly`s Most Wanted f T-Mix)

[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
Ayyo, let me tell y`all somethin`. We ball like the ballers ball,
(We ball.) pimp like the pimpers pimp; (We pimps.)
and when we want, we can take like the takers take.
(You want drugs?) `Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.
(That`s right.) What. Ayyo, check it.

Ay, for the most part, I`m smart. Keep birds
I`m the type `get head in the whip, won`t swerve`
In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, it`s bad nerves
Mister, a step above like street curbs
M-R D-O-T, somethin` nasty
Price it but ain` gon` cop? Don`t ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy
You don`t really think I`m grown? Kidnap me
Uh, respect is all I ask for
Wit` no problem, spray your Accord
I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in your front left door
then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
Playin` ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce
You ain`t nothin` but crack, I supply all raw
like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y`all. What?!

[T-Mix]
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

[Boobonic]
Yo, again it`s Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me when I tell ya, you ain`t seen blood yet
Layin` on the deck, blood pressure gettin` low
and it`s fucked up because you was never gettin` dough
`Young boy, who you talkin` to?` Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin` to C. I love you but can`t trust you
It`s me and Mister, `s like A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all about that all day
Tell ya again, don`t fuck wit` A. Jones,
kill you while you talkin` to broads on pay phones
Sick flow, I know how to get dough. (Yeah.)
Ski mask outta ya house and get low
I don`t see you when you talk? That`s invisible threats
See Boo iced out in invisible sets
Niggas must think that I`m outta my mind
like I`m out in the streets without the nine
Come on, use your brain before I put `em on the floor
One shot, I bet you won`t walk no more
Reason why, you went sick-up crazy
Now your mom over top of you like `Get up, baby!`
But not today, he gone and that`s that
I`ma put it on wax in fact and that`s rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, Boobonic
Uh. You ain`t ready, nigga

[T-Mix]
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

[Mr. Man]
Who keep the hot block? (Mister.) Hot glock? (Mister.)
Call the cops tryin` to snitch on... (Mister.)
Big chips? (Mister.) Nice whips? (Mister.)
Big dick? (Mister.) Fuck yo` sister
Bitch you call, she call to talk about Mister
Whole time, thinkin` it was all about rap
knowin` I`ma playa. How the fuck you think that?
Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack

[Boobonic]
You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin` I`m fuckin` nice
at the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice
You can catch a nigga lookin` at me, mad `cause I`m eatin`
Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I`m cheatin`. (Sucka.)
I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops
`Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops
It`s Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,
crushin` all y`all niggas that pray that we flop
Shit I spit, well
Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin` richter scales. (Get it?)
The new lever, did more than you ever
Real niggas hate when we spill, we too clever

[T-Mix]
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don`t do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go.



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