The Game - Philly's Most Wanted
[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 'Yo
Artist: Philly's Most Wanted
Title: The Game