Main Money Publishing - The Game lyrics

[Mr. Man (b**bonic)] "Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball ("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.") And when we want, we can take like the takers take ("You want d**?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down ("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it." Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve' In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs Usually if I shot at you n***as, we had words Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves Mister, a step above like street curbs M-R D-O-T, somethin' nasty Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me Hot as the drop. Cold, my top gla**y You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me Uh, respect is all I ask for Wit' no problem, spray your Accord I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard Sixteen shots in your front left door Then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off Rob pa** the creep. Man, that scene get tossed Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw Like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?! [T-Mix] That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go [b**bonic] Yo, again it's b**bonic. sh**, I leave a thug wet Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low And it's f**ed up because you was never gettin' dough 'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't trust you It's me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.: Everybody know we all about that all day Tell ya again, don't f** wit' A. Jones k** you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.") Ski mask outta ya house and get low I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible threats See Boo iced out in invisible sets n***as must think that I'm outta my mind Like I'm out in the streets without the nine Come on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor One shot, I bet you won't walk no more Reason why, you went sick-up crazy Now your mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!' But not today, he gone and that's that I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, b**bonic Uh. You ain't ready, n***a [T-Mix] That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go [Mr. Man] Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot Glock? ("Mister.") Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.") Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.") Big dick? ("Mister.") f** yo' sister b**h you call, she call to talk about Mister Whole time, thinkin' it was all about rap Knowin' I'ma playa. How the f** you think that? Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack [b**bonic] You can catch me in your b**h ear sayin' I'm f**in' nice At the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice You can catch a n***a lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin' Type: crack on my b**h just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("s**a.") I talk that sh** and walk it like beat cops 'Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops It's Most Wanted; them n***as that got the street hot Crushin' all y'all n***as that pray that we flop sh** I spit, well Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?") The new lever, did more than you ever Real n***as hate when we spill, we too clever [T-Mix] That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk Don't do the same dumb sh** that got him smoked Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) Pay for no respect. Mothaf**a, better let it go