You want to get into that game The secret game where bet is pain Like playing dice with no numbers Who dares will win, but still who cares... There
just spell my name She was on dang-a-lang, cause I could rap and I could sing And I could tell she was lame, to this grown man's game [Hook x2: H.A.W
Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne
die but you young bitch Spit words so fly, get you sprung, bitch Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame Trying to replace him with modern day game
the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game
neck, ass Henny and haze make the sex last Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show me, moby Ayo I'm back spittin' game
them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
away Hardrocks get knocked and locked and blown away And rap stars fade away and those who say Don't know and those who know won't say Runnin game we
d they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast Feed me rappers
wine as we laugh at the time Which is passing incredibly slow (What are these chains that are binding my arm?) Part of you dies each passing day (Say it's a game
s a stick up Y'all know how the game go Cop the milk trucks and fuck the Range Rove We stained those game hoes, and spit at same flows Leave D's in they
[Hook] Y'all critics got a lot of nerve Crab disease got the game muffled A new king has emerged I'm him to the third [Verse 1] Look since a young boy
all the dreams had turned to dust Then came the drums of thunder With pain and despair And after it all was over Something remained The name of the game
armies and your gods I'll kill them one by one It's all a game and just the same I'm only having fun Behind a water curtain sitting on my mighty throne
that little game you had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game
