The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right, Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark. Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts
[A-Wax] I'm gangsta No thanks to you Watch me and learn what a gangsta do Listen close to what a gangsta say I count money in a gangsta way Understand
boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em [Krayzie] [It's on on on] Nigga let's killa killa killa Bodies they count,
m from yo, life aint a game yo Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo' [Chorus] First a studio, then a video, then we do a show Count my cash flow Then
deep or 6 deep or clip deep How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep With this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end
horrors is flawless, my block one of the broadest Off the main attraction on the mighty ass chorus That I tosses, it scorches, without no remorses Leave their bloody body to be counted
move so motherfucker don't say nothin' Stop the teller give up the cash bitch don't say nothin Fatal pull up quickly wit tha ride So we hop inside countin
Stern Im born wit heart I blast ya Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master Playing me one time thats unforgivin I got a body one count
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag 100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask Rap game is Crystal
't askin' 'em for nothin', If you sell a million records we could battle for your money, I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday, Watch a football game
cats wanna count my money Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin Feels so strange, how I maintain to last in the game
's sweet Now you know my name, you know my game Compared to me there's none the same Because I got a funky groove, I'm gonna make your body move Because
got shot up for cream The American Dream is full blown My half grown niggas in they 1 point 5 aya (area) homes The end o' the loan No its no need for
at I'm not impressed man, kid where you flowin at? Crackin bottles, man where you floodin at? The waitress is gone, man when she comin back? That body
s a jack move so motherfucker don't say nothin' Stop the teller give up the cash bitch don't say nothin Fatal pull up quickly wit tha ride So we hop inside countin
mayn, what's up mayn Y'all niggaz ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah nigga) Well come on let's do this shit, let's get this motherfucker On the count of three
