South Central Cartel - G's Game lyrics

Prodeje: Playin' like a gangsta, you want to be a G I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P? I tell you how it's on if you recognize the real You ain't the only brother out there fiendin for the k** Playin' like a gangsta, you n***as better see I represent my Loc and you represent yo' G Cause players only prosper as you s**ers bite the dust And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust Now you can be my 'cause, homie, I can be yo' Blood But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love They wonder if it's Crip but does it matter where I G? I'm sick of doin' shows for n***as lookin' mad at me I represent the small percent of real n***as Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers Now get directly at me, I'm not trippin' on the fame I'm talkin' to my n***as playin' in this G's game Chorus: You playin' in the G's game And homie, it's hard to maintain If you slip in the hood it's never all good Cause you can get smoked in the hood You playin' in the G's game And homie, it's hard to maintain If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G It's all to the G Havikk the rhyme son: Now recognize, open yo' eyes as I hit the switch dippin' Sippin' on that St. in the cut reminiscin' Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish You want to be a G, but you ain't even ready yet Went to high school, dropped out, you couldn't handle it Hangin' with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous Got it in yo' mind that you gots to pack the .44 Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo On the run daily, now you're livin' foul Mom's cryin' nightly, so she throwin' in the towel I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don't have bites So it made a brother realize I can be a G rockin shows Clockin, stackin' ends, droppin' tracks in studio Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools want to maddog, loc When I'm dippin' on 'em hundred spokes Chorus... Prodeje: Now back up in the days They used to settle beef just from the shoulder But now they want the funk and I can smell the f**in odor It's mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up And all the bustas sweatin' Prodeje because I'm clockin' I used to buck a fool, say "f** a fool", but now I'm rockin' The other dialect to put my G into perspective And all that's bound to scare should come to get their a** collected Havikk the rhyme son: And now you on the run, you caught a case You want to get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G And if you slip, yo' enemies are gonna bust, G And if you make it home, you're lucky Cause ghetto warfare is leavin' n***as' minds twisted like Chuckie Rhyme Son say it's crucial, black G'z need to wake up then And recognize the f**in' games that you play with me Chorus...