GAME Lyrics

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll

This mothafucka back again Four:20 gonna do this

The only way I know so listen up don't act so foolish

I'll take you in and show the ropes I'll treat you like a student

To learn some manners show respect and grow up to be prudent

Been in the game for years, boy I know how to hustle

I'll take the wheel and steer, and guide you out the struggle

Soon it will all be clear, we gone be making trouble

Put it in second gear, work hard and build some muscle

Till it's time to go, master the craft of the ryhme and flow

I shine like gold, you shine too but I got diamonds though

Your mind is slow, I think fast and I got lines to show

Now it's time to blow, in this rap game but I'm still grindin though

All you mothafuckas out here all just sound the same

Corny mothafuckas and your rhymes is hella plain

Popped so many pills we can't understand what you're sayin

Sold your soul and your asshole just for the fame

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll

Don't make my killas hit your house and turn you to a number

You fired back back but you hit nothing like your Stevie Wonder

See it's Four:20 and I'm hotter than a Texas summer

Don't fuck around and make the coroner go call your mother

It's one sided boy it's bout to be a massacre

I murder thymes and every time you know I'm blastin first

You better pick the 6 that's carrying you in back of hurse

These slugs is hittin hard and blowing off your hat and shirt

A chain reaction I ain't stoppin till I'm on the top

I work I hustle I spit rhymes I'm always on the clock

I got the money and the honeys your bitch on the cock

I'm pushing albums while your single is still on the flop

I'll never take a break I'll never sleep until I'm dead

I'd rather be stacking on dollas and getting some head

I'd rather be ridin Impalas than die in the feds

I'd rather be smoking a blunt with my bitch in the bed

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This how the game go, killas on the payroll

Moving when I say so, boy we gettin pesos

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll

This, this how the game go, this, this how the game go

This how, this how the game go, kill kill killas on the payroll