mistake that you make Did you mean to? Did you mean? Did you mean? Love is just a game Broken all the same And I will get over you Love is just a lie
I ever did I ever let you go baby Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let
Attacks" be the malarkey downfall It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the door A lotta of magic gadgets; give em all back
a half a pound of hash, I keep a half a pound of cash, I thought I told you cats, I'm not a rapper, rock a G on my chest that stands for god, fuck Dan
2] (Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high,
Livin' on your own can be a lonely game A face in the crowd - no one knows your name It?s a table for one and a broken heart to go She's the kind of
number one with a bullet Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high Drag on my words like an herb from a
blade's a little sharper Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggaz look a
no one's as broke as us To make it in this game is a million to one Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh] Man, I got a problem hatin'
has begun, it?s goin? on and on Here comes tomorrow, one step ahead The future has begun, no time for feeling sad Refrain B: Magic space, the game we
(feat. Nature, Noreaga) [Chorus] Haven't you heard platinum makes the amateurs swerve Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Bird call a timeout, make a quick
Yeah Heh A Flipmode y'all [x4] Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, Uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw What Niggaz love that
Ahhhh!) Thought I make a record, don't control a dollar Yeah you know it's still a white collar Making billions when it's better half, money we already
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
got tired Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce Took a swig of my man's goose Anything just to give me a damn boost Then out came a wonderful six Holy
He just hits game winning shots Though they haven?t made a Sports Century He?s a superstar to me The Lakers are my favorite team I love Magic, Wilt, West
you hung yourself Sad mistake like Pandora's box, it's too late Cursed you, now all that's left at the bottom is hope You done fucked up, big time, that's
