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[featuring roc city o]
Hook:
Games people play (i wanna know)
Games people play (why the brothers be playin&#39; them games)
Verse 1:
Here comes the man of the hour
Never catch me fuckin&#39; with cowards
Rock men from thug life to high powered
Blazin&#39; trees chinese chicks to lebanize
Across seas me and big frank be pickin&#39; up keys
Sieze the opportunity to freeze mcs
Recognize who be gettin&#39; that cheese please
I see you watchin&#39; me like whitenour
You gettin&#39; power
Chickens gassin&#39; you thinkin&#39; your clique is as big as ours
Long time no beef on the streets
Ain&#39;t nothing sweet i still walk around packin&#39; heat
You pose no threat you get yourself soakin&#39; wet
Vibes from the mac and the tech
And what we be doin&#39; chumps uptown we call them push ups
Pushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah)
I leave no evidence cat&#39;s ain&#39;t been heard from ever since
And officer, those ain&#39;t my fingerprints
Down low i&#39;m scary slide to the back of this
City-o cash flow is miraculous
Mark what i say somebodys got to pay
My clique walk around sick like doc holiday
Hook (x2)
Niggas got a lot of games
Verse 2:
A-yo blaze something quick
So recognize who ya fuckin&#39; with
I&#39;m gettin&#39; bricks runnin&#39; with colombians
While you punk motherfuckers starve on a block
I&#39;m drivin&#39; around spots gettin&#39; mad props
Fuck standin&#39; on the ave gettin&#39; cash (what?)
That&#39;s all in the past i graduated fromt he class (yeah)
Every thug get a chance to be the man
I got mines and now this nigga&#39;s pissin&#39; in they pants (ha ha)
They scared to death they know it&#39;s real here
I murder niggas if not i have them rollin&#39; in a wheel chair
I dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater
Have holes from my nine beretta
I&#39;m not the one for the postin&#39; up shit
I toast you up quick i have you floatin&#39; in the ocean
I get down like that cause i have to in the big apple
Many niggas try to cap you, for nothin&#39;
Niggas be frontin&#39; for fame they don&#39;t know the game
All they want to do is leave blood stains
That&#39;s why i keep my gat cocked and steady
Like teddy i keep it on my waistline ready
I&#39;m deadly like freddie kruger but fuck the claws
I&#39;m strickly steppin&#39; to ya niggas with the ruegers
&quot;i need my shit kid&quot; that be rapidly repeated
The more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin&#39;
So back the fuck up i&#39;m blowin&#39; niggas out the frame
Maintain before you get a bullet in your brain
I&#39;m that insain nigga from the money makin&#39;
All you niggas fakin&#39; i&#39;m a leave your body shakin&#39;
Hook
The streets ain&#39;t no game
Rock city will let &#39;em know
Verse 3:
Now yo fuck the radio and fuck the airplay
I&#39;m strickly underground sayin&#39; what i want to say
It doesn&#39;t matter if i&#39;m hurt or not
I&#39;m a wreck shop my way and still get props
That&#39;s my word shit is gettin&#39; real with these critics
They always talk about a nigga lyrics
I ain&#39;t tryin&#39;t to hear it
Everyday the industry is gettin&#39; realer
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer
Brothers gettin&#39; paid under the table
Labels already knowin&#39; who they want to be stable
But fuck it i&#39;m still gonna try to bring the ruckus
I&#39;m comin&#39; through your town ill man with the cutlass
I saw a lot of niggas fail oh well
They mad cause i&#39;m everlasting like a duracell
Battery don&#39;t try to battle me
My mentality is gettin&#39; salaries is all reality
Hook

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