Krush Groove - Game

We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official with mine I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half

I cut the brick and now we countin' the math, we 'bout that birdplay
My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the bridge

We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground

Pushin' a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin'
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga?
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

Hey, yo, it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores

A little too, known to stand on the block
And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin'
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major passion

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you dashin' from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya game up

Listen, before I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get
It's like the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin' 'round reppin' my set

Momma used to look at me funny she could tell her baby boy changed
Must be out there gettin' some money
But it's a price for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico

Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do now?
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out?
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake

Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the spot like a [unverified] in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, more raw than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better talk to your dame

That's just, part of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' like tough guys
You must be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the hood you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin' my death

I keep that good shit it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat