LYRIC

The game owe me, game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe meAbout four or five years
ago I made a promise to my mommaI would neva sell no
mo dope and tha world so coldWhere tha real die young
and the hate grow oldBut they all die slow,
I wonder how it get so closeAnd its hard to focus when
ya got bout four, five hoes’Bout six,
seven pounds of tha dro, Faybo unleashed a roll at
tha do’Tha game old, speakin’ of tha game,
no smokeI always keep four four,
they don’t know tha life I knowFrom tha dro smoke,
new po smoke, maybe no smokeWhether it’s my folks or
your folks, never go brokeBetta owe six with tha smoke
they owe meAnd my mind and my heart and my soulCheck
out now Mook-B, y’all know me grabbed tha mike since
’93Hatin’ ass niggas wouldn’t let me eat but I kept
it realStayed true to tha streets,
stayed down, sucked up tha frown’Cuz I knew tha game
was gonna bounce back aroundStill in it till tha mothafuckin’
finish, you can best believeI’m gonna get me a ticket,
the game owe meSpeak money,
paid dues to be a five star GWorked hard didn’t get
shit freeMade a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industrySuckas
weren’t hearin’ or feelin’ meI ain’t rappin’ on tha
mothafuckin’ booty shit beatNow I got a hit bitch gimmie
off E, hey, heyThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
game owe meThe game owe me,
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game owe meThe game owe meHere we go,
hit me nowMost of these boys be like hangin’ around,
[Incomprehensible]Plotin’ and planin’,
thievin’ my trays for all my maynesUsed to be my gat
man, my errand boy, my neophyteAfter I C E B O triple
X drop and heat all nightWe made a pact when I was
grindin’, you was broke manI’m sellin’ weight and gettin’
money in tha fat laneWe can pop that gat,
we can pop that steelWe can pull that twelve front
gaugeWhen u had blond hair hoops it is and actin’ bitch
madeMy track got hot, my weight was up,
bottom matchin’ at clay courtFive deep,
I’m getting no sleep and constantly mashin’ on tha
hoesIt’s D4L, mack a therma real feel pimpin’Red snapper
fillet mignon and eatin’ barbecue shrimpin’Limos in
tha drive way sittin’ from tha night befo’Meter runnin’,
it don’t matter ‘cuz in getting mo’ and mo’The game
been good to me, the game still owin’ me,
hear me nowI shed so much blood,
so much sweat, so much tearTha game been goodThe game
owe me, game owe meThe game owe me,
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game owe meThe game owe meGame owe me,
I ain’t gotta lieWho says a man ain’t supposed to cry?Lord
ain’t gon’ put no more you can’t standGet on one knee
and raise yo hand2004 my mama got sickStart them bells
all types of shitWanna ride good,
wanna look good tooGame owe me,
I don’t know about you, believe it,
believe itThe game owe me,
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