new game really got him He felt subconsciously that there was more involved He sensed it but he did not accept the consequences The ardor of of the game
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
..The evidence on a few typical cases... Cases of individuals, which I consider so dangerous to this nation [All] 4, 3, 2, 1 [Celph Titled] In this rap game
hustler I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) [Animal] Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice And get y'all out the game
doin it big and got unlimited ends I just met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his mens Stop frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game
burnin' star in the sky my heart is warped wit a drive Expressin' thoughts through a rhyme my metaphors are alive It's like I've been crucified they hate
Feeling better than ever Telling you what really matters Welcome to the kind of place you risk to leave with tears on your face Whatta disgrace: the race, the game
It's the Latin gangsta shit that make you tuck in your chain and bounce Trigger finger don't fail me now Love it or hate it, we get the mamis naked when
Thorazine will only increase I put blood all up inside of the crease of your Khaki suit They say for an animal my attack's very tactical The Puerto Rican superhero does his thing I hate
to a game of twister Dip in your sisters crib with a darth vader mask Violate her and later toss her ass in an elevator shaft Hate to be crass and I know
[Verse 1: Ampichino] Thinkin of all the good times I've had in my life Baby this world deep life the passion of christ Shit's everlasting, the animal
move your body Whether if I'm feeling hostile or if I'm feeling naughty Naughty By Nature, they love to hate ya Hate to have to get your body braced up
named 'em Malcom X an Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game lady, They just loose to love, those are tennis games lady, Have you countin
I named 'em Malcom X an Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game lady, They just loose to love, those are tennis games lady, Have you countin
to play me, they use hailie as a Ukelele Whoops-e-dada fuckin' daisy, that's a no-no, even She knows that I's fucking crazy Fuckin' animal, cookoo for
feel I owe you Also, some conversation, companionship, common-ground and common-sense There's no such thing as coincidence in, me finding you here And I really hate
gave me hate, So I'm givin it back And i'd rather jack then be on short while you sittin on facts They say be true to the game and the game'll be true