Too Deep In The Game lyrics
Song information
Artist: Spice 1 Album: Immortalized
Lyrics
Livin in a world harcore Niggaz be dumpin on them foes Catching cases highspeed chases 40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything Cuz I aint all the world seem Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game Times are savage Hardcore playaz aint your average Trunk full of triple beams And the schemes of cream and cabbage Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation Try to scalp all fuck half the world I want it all! But im bustin at u niggaz With my back against the wall
Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz See myself a smokin pistol, when I look in the mirror Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha) You never really really know the game Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed
Chorus Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game Stick a needle in my vain Eatch injecting the game Tired all thugged out Fuck the money fuck the fame Try to make it happen mother fucker Cuz we too deep in the game
Verse 2
Its time to make it happen get paid Its that nigga s y a s k Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a There slackers they slangin all day Until the players rock and get paid Like on the ground face down, break yourslf Dont fuck around, and get sprayed ??????????? paper Im on paper Leavin fakers with the fakers Like loaded pistols to their faces I told my family as soon as I get the dough Im on my way back home,shit across the border Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka Scott free across the sea Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz Cold red fantasies, board a bocin Kick back floating across the ocean Like the black lack triple ds the mack Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack Back for opportunities Cuz our niggas sees is scratched Playing for keeps Addicted to getting it for quitting it Like the junkies hop fiends
Chorus:
Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game Stick a needle in my vain Eatch injecting the game Tired all thugged out Fuck the money fuck the fame Try to make it happen mother fucker Cuz we too deep in the game
Verse 3
U sound crackin mad cuz I aint getting no younger And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough Roll a hummer for the summer Rad katty in the fall Keep my mind on my money Platinum plats on the wall U niggaz know I wont be fucking around Im bout the cash And I hope u know im all about action And down to blast What the fuck u think My homies are killas and drug dealers Use pills for sinuses Crash homes and dome niggaz Break bones and stoned niggaz Where u had to be ???
Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out
Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up
On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz
City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas
But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz
Chorus
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