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Correct Blessed By The Game Lyrics
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[Verse 1] It’s a game of cat-and-mouse in the Bay Everybody know where everybody stay Somebody didn’t make it to the house Somebody got shot in they mouth Gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under Can’t be shinin’ too flossy, they’ll turn you into a body Can’t be stuntin’ too often, they’ll turn your car to a coffin Have you coughin’ up blood while you was smokin’ your bud And sippin’ your barre, or should I say lean Him and his hoe, now it’s a crime scene I’m a master of reality Rap about good times and casualties…UH! [Chorus 2X] From the bottom, and I ain’t ever changed From broke to having my change, mayne Get up and get it, don’t always place blame I’ve been blessed by the game [Verse 2] This morning, the Lord tapped on my head Said ‘If it wasn’t for me, you would be dead’ Got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked Him I was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy When it come to communication, you gotta be smart Put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart With your family and folks, your friends and your foes Life can be short or taller than a stripper pole I’mma get my shit together, bruh, I promise, I betcha I’m slappin’ E-40, don’t shoot the messenger Pack a Mac or a 40 just in case they test ya Watch out for the Porky, pigs, they arrest ya Some crooked, corrupted, attitude like ‘fuck it’ Some do they job and care about the public I’m a master of reality Rap about good times and casualties…BIATCH! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics Runnin’ through paper like it’s a laxative Since I toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me? I’m the same the dude, I ain’t an impostor, ya feel me? When you get on your feet, don’t forget your peeps ‘Cause they the ones that hold a nigga down in the streets When it’s all said and done my testimony ain’t gon’ be phony Sometimes I lose count on how many people owe me money Forget about it, hustla, just love ‘em and keep it pushin’ Never know when you gon’ need a brother, we hoodlum Boss, not a sucker, I love my loved ones, we folks My bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope [Chorus]
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