Livin in a world harcore,
n***az 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 f**in gangsta sh** and s**ed up the game,
times are savage,
hardcore playaz aint your average,
trunk full of triple beams,
and the schemes of cream and cabbage,
n***az die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
with the smash down for the cash n***az that was in my thug nation.
try to scalp all f** half the world i want it all!
but im bustin at u n***az,
with my back against the wall.
f** u b**h a** n***az, lil trick a** n***az,
make your name up in my mouth taste like sh** a** n***az,
see myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror,
its like a hologram picture of a tired up n***az (ahahaha)
you never really really know the game,
cuz every time a n***a look up, the sh** a changed,
chorus
n***a 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,
f** the money f** the fame,
try to make it happen mother f**er,
cuz we too deep in the game.
verse 2
its time to make it happen get paid,
its that n***a 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 f** 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,sh** 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 n***az like keys of crack,
back for opportunities,
cuz our n***as sees is scratched,
playing for keeps,
addicted to getting it for quitting it,
like the junkies hop fiends,
chorus:
n***a 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,
f** the money f** the fame,
try to make it happen mother f**er,
cuz we too deep in the game.
verse 3
u sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger,
and eatch mother f**in 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 n***az know i wont be f**ing around,
im bout the cash,
and i hope u know im all about action,
and down to blast,
what the f** u think,
my homies are k**as and drug dealers,
use pills for sinuses,
crash homes and dome n***az,
break bones and stoned n***az.
where u had to be ???
got gome ??? n***az getting toed out,
just dipping just getting n***az 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 k**as,
but no body claimin cuz their fobutaded n***az,
chorus.