[Intro]
*Just some regular talk*
[Verse 1]
I'm with a shorty, Benz looking sporty like Fila
I come on the block, they say my name like [???]
I step up, house n****s like Bob [Needle?]
What's up consul, rolling weed is like some s**t
Word up, aint that Terry (aha), her man I used to run with
Came around the way she found out that I run s**t (s**t)
Word, I've heard that that chick be on some dumb s**t
Her man got locked, and now she just another broke b****
Eiyyo, she need to kill that
Allways talking about where Ville at, he still rap?
You know that I aint even try to feel that
But it aint nuttin yo, it's just the same old (same old, aha)
Stink a** hoes trying to get up in some rain clothes
And I've done f**ked some strange hoes, inside of Range Roves
And I aint mad cuz it's just the way the f**king game goes
And even know I'm 20 deep, I'ma try to lay low
With n****s that's ready to kill as soon as I say so
And mothaf**k all the others, but as long they know
That wherever Ville go, they go
From doing shows in Mexico, collect them pesos
To watchin Knicks and the Pacers in Conseco
I got access, now I'm on point like a cactus
N****s try to flip on big Ville like a matress
Mag force, I'm bout to run this whole rap s**t
It's tragic, yall n****s know what the f**king facts is
[Chorus 1]
Mothaf**king game, some n****s rise
Some n****s fall in the game
Some n****s crawl in the game
Aint nobody you can call in the game
It's all in the mothaf**king game
It's all in the game
Yo, some n****s rich, some n****s poor in the game
Some go through it all in the game
[Verse 2]
I hit Atlanta, met a dime chick named Samantha
A dancer, cats who crawling like a panther
She was a freak, Gentlemen's Club, four days a week
And even know I use to see her I would hardly ever speak
But I stayed and I watched, till there was no hoes left
And then I seen her up the Fresh, looking so so def
She had a tight Prada one-piece slit up the dress
And she only left with me cause I [???] with the chef
But if this hoe only knew I was from the projects
She woulda never left with me and got mixed up in the mess
Cuz, she walked outside, two steps from the Lex
And two n****s had a shootout and she got hit up in the chest
I had to get the f**k up out of there, I had to go to Rob's, rest
Lay down, smoke a spliff, it wasn't making no sense
And hell yeah I was mad at them n****s that have did it
But the most f**k up s**t is that I didn't get to hit it
And that's f**ked up that I got to go and deal with this
Now I'm back on the plane headed for [???] and Chris
Eiyyo, but what about the hoe that got shot? F**k her!
You think I give a damn about a b****? I aint a sucker (hahaha)
[Chorus 2]
It's a game
Some b****es smoke
Some b****es broke in the game
Some b****es choke in the game
A lota b****es cut throat in the game
Aint nobody you can quote in the game
Eiyyo, it's all in the game
Some b****es hope (hope)
Some b****es get dope in the game
A lot of b****es flow in the game
[Outro]
*Just some regular talk* |
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