Choklate - It Ain't a Game lyrics

[Hook: Choklate] This ain't a game to me, and I, hope it ain't a game to you We only got a little bit of time to do what we came to do (Let us rock) And if we get it by (Yo it's non stop) We'll keep the crowd rocking all nigh' Throwin' it down, wearin' a crown I don't understand why you playing around This ain't a game to me Yo catz (quit playing) [Verse 1: Chali 2na] Chali two (Naty) In the building brick laying I'm saying that we could rent yo dentals With influential credentials over Instrumentals with a pencil The essentials from peg your mentals My regu-tensil rhymes sharper than in-suit knives That lyrically living suspenseful lives Fabricating stories rappers that vent through lies We centralize minds with every intent to strive And synchronize the times and every event to shine The tri has them twitching like back spasms (Spitting the while) Switching it back They can't fathom the two from mid-west dissent Fresh defend Doing our best to represent the testament I see more green when the hoods' high strung And mostly for the bullsh** that could die young So for your brain keep it simple on the plain This ain't a- [Hook] [Verse 2: Supernatural] You, best prepare cause we taking an dare Yo cats are playing games but you ain't playing fair I sit and watch the videos, I rest in my lair Most of them is thug fillers, k**ers, Willies, and players Real rhyme sayers, they just a thing of the past You might as well lay down with that snake in the gra** Walking round like a clown, with a tear in your ma** Somebody lied to you, yo that n***a is gas Ya'll brothers is using yo the same cookie cutters With the same bullsh** flows that copy one another We just two rhyme vets thats giving you bomb threats If you think that is hussle we ain't flex the arms yet Ya'll combar cats with the combar raps You need to get your paws up and run some laps And since you acting like torn I'mma give you two snaps Don't forget my name, it's Mister Supernat [Hook] [Verse 3: Chali 2na and Supernatual] I'm saying, name your price in the game of life For real, minus the referees and umpires The tightest the recipes would we spit gunfire At vampires with fake hand shakes and fake smiles Stake the snake k**ing these snakes with great styles Things are no longer free, now they pay styles Meanwhile, ya'll cats k**ing the game I can really tell the difference cause they rhyming the same Cats with funny hats and colorful names Your lyrics is lame, right now I'm cracking the frame Attacking the names Stackin them at the back at the plane Cause we uncloak the vibe and remote revivals Musical notes to ride to promote survivals Slide through But challenges never hold up fair When I spoke they broke down like fold-up chair And if the cap fits, wear it, cause we don't care [Hook] [Chali 2na] Quit playing