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Correct G.A.M.E Lyrics
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State Property
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Yeah, don't even wet it nigga, I got this one North mothafuckin' Philly boy, fuckin' mafia and all that State property, peedi crack And I'm G. M. E. So please don't tempt me Yo that 4-5 keep holdin' your boy down We'll leave ya in the live, put everythin' in the ground And I ain't tryin' to brag, but the S-5 pound Keep shittin' on the ass everytime I flex ground now I got my moms to thank, and her boy good I kiss her 'fore I leave then hit you up in the hood A nigga gon' bleed and peedi don't need good And I'm G. A. M. E. So please don't tempt me This one is for my hood, my gun ain't unda the hood It's sittin' here on my lap, my cap is under my hood Good my aim good, my aim good I'm doin' this like I should And I'm G. A. M. E. So please don't tempt me See big up in the hood, with C's sayin he low Elle D took a scooter he comin' back with the smokes See niggas in the hood nigga beggin' a niggas up in there Yo, I roll wit peedi crack, I drink booze wit' free Smoke a pound wit young gunnas, plus I mack wit beans That was Sate P, mad south mafia gang And them slugs go sting crack a skull in yo brain And sing yo ass a lullaby, nigga mo' money Mo' problems, mo' murda, mo' homicide Bang, bang, mafia gang, we let the drama ride G. A. M. E. So please don't tempt me I'll pop ya, 'cause I'm higher than paranoid Sometimes I feel like my niggas is Hammer boys Beat ya to a pulp, like Suge ya Daddy boy Game so please don't tempt me I'ma squeeze til' my clips on empty, empty Every piece of slug all on your Bentley So don't tempt me nigga, I gets busy G. A. M. E. So please don't tempt me Well they call me B Mack But today I got the K, I got the S, I got the A I don't think you wanna play, okay My choppa clicks, hold a hundred copper sticks And I'm G. A. M. E. Wit them things off safety I play the hood, usually up to no good Keep my vest on my chest, under my sp hood, I'm good I'm layin' low and my squad are burnin' woods And I'm G. A. M. E. So please don't tempt me It ain't no thing for me to swing around your block Wit them machines that go Get off the scene before the cops, ain't nobody seen squat All they did was heard the shots And I'm G O O D, like you don't know me Or know where I stand on ya, grown man on ya Shot can on ya, play a block blam on ya, blam And blast still all greasy on you It ain't shit to lay ya half a mil easy on you You on them blockbusta, I'ma come block bustas State prop fucka, I know you cop sucka, c*** sucka I see the bitch all in yo face And I'm G. A. M. E. To piss all in your face Well, they call me young gunna, but today I'm Mr. Chris Got the 357 wit the speed loaded kit, ya hit My 3 5th, make you niggas shit and piss I'm wit the B A N G, G A N G, yeah My boy Sig got mafia boy sees And Peedi gonna bring the property more cheese, please Who gon' stop it to drop it and say, "Better now" And I'm G. A. M. E. You P S E T Peedi in check, Sigel in check, Sigel got the eagle Ceaser Leo got them tecks I know free wizzle got his thizzle in his vest And we G. A. M. E. We can B A N G now Y'all ain't a threat, y'all niggas is our pets You ain't a boss, y'all young'ns gon' play fetch I play the charge, throw somthin' all in yo chest You gon are E S P E C T me now, now, now
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