k**ah Priest - No Game Around Here lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Uh, chea, bang 'em up, Bang Bang Hell Razah, touch these n***as' heart, Bang [Suga Bang Bang] I don't think you really wanna come around here None of my homies play that game around here Eyeing before the day break out Quick to take it to the streets, and get it on Anywhere, I don't care, you know my barrier This is how we do things, shoot 'em up, bang bang Young desperado, know it be Apollo Tell your boys get low, pimping ain't easy Ya'll get up off me, mmm-hmm [Hell Razah] We getting rich like a spaceship, we love AK clips Give ease to the Playboy chicks You can't blow when you hate on men, sit back, wait on men With fork tongue snaking they friends In the hood, it's against all odds, you spit 16 bars Fast money and them luxury cars I was formed in the image of God, not material Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial Black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracle Yeah I got ears, and I still ain't feeling you Back with the hood on smash, rock a gold Ghetto Government mask And a Dead President to match [k**ah Priest] The Devil's diary, I left fingerprints on the prince The Joker, laughing Two-Faces and walk with a limp My holster, under my armpit, millenium garments Arabic fabrics, while smoking up the bones of Mohammed Blowing out the smoke of opression, holding my weapon Hairs came from the robe of a peasant, touch my heart Priest see white bodies in the dark, soon as my ink touch my King Tut Between us is the pen, I write gems, the viking, see my white wings My sword of blind justice, I love my nine brothers [Tash Mahogany] Third rail, cut the power, we got a problem Is this chick Mahogany, a little livewire? I tend the wildfire, I cause a jaw wired On any MC who staying up and act tired I got alotta G's in my mob, I got alotta cheese and a job n***as think they leave and I slob, til they see me leave in a Saab Zoom 22's out the drive, Grand Theft Auto kinda live You oughta move aside, hit me on my Motorola Sky My, jeepers, creepers, I bang out the speakers I glide through the mic like the late season sneakers Then run that back like lampers and sneakers I shut down MC's from the court to the bleachers With more bu*ter, I got some more bu*ter bangers I have the game chipped like mommy dearest with some hangers Y'all Crank Yankers, you didn't know that I was dangerous MC's don't be discouraged, come again, don't be a stranger