Sir Spyro - It Ain't a Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Saint] This ain't a game, game, boy But I'm advanced like an SP I'm hearing likkle MCs wanna test me I'll bend around the corner like I was in an S3 In then I'm Audi, butcher, dead meat Can't call my name then scream out "allow me" Can't go back, you can't press me How much do you wanna bet me? You'll get left ten feet under SP or PS I don't really tolerate BS And I can't burn man but the gas can, that's CS Now you can't see S If you wanna VS P Then you can get touched like a GameBoy DS, I Ain't got a BM But I'll still pipe out your BM I'll take the biscuit, BM [Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally] This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain And my team's on top and I can't complain This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain My team's on top and I can't complain [Verse 2: PK] I'm 5 foot 7 and I'll punch your lights out Mind out if you wanna ever take my style Catch him on a quick ting shopping in night town Now he's got creps in his face, no eyebrows Man said he's gonna ride out Aight, mate, come here, you know that's my style Man can't ever try send for the Bad Ombré You'll get your face burnt like Michael Jackson I am the Camden landlord, taxing If he ain't got my Ps on the right day Dun know, flick out the shank, then catch him Wanna be a top boy on the mic? Tell a man you need to f**ing practice Rehearse your bars, yo, when you're on set with me You'll get your body sliced like sandwich [Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally] This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain And my team's on top and I can't complain This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain My team's on top and I can't complain [Verse 3: Lyrical Strally] L Strally's got new flows like Nike got new creps Got a new jersey, don't say dudette Say New Jersey, don't mean the US I'm from the UK I'll make an MC sweat like shirt I'll make an MC sweat like his name was Earl f** a sweatshirt, call it a crewneck Cuh your gun will give the whole crew neck African zulu warrior But you can still get a German suplex Royal rumble, I be like "who's next?" Dem man are useless, Strally is ruthless Send an MC to the sky and roof them Roofing MCs like roofies MCs get down like a shot Strally's gotta hand it down to them [Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally] This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain And my team's on top and I can't complain This ain't a game like Randy or Kane We bring the pain right to your front gate Bun down rave, I flex, get paid Come back, then I do it again Losers get lost and the winners remain We want the funds, you can keep the fame UK grime, yeah, we pop no chain My team's on top and I can't complain