Spice 1 - Too Deep In The Game lyrics

Livin in a world harcore, n***az be dumpin on them foes, catching cases highspeed chases, 40 Gz and 2 kilos, give me everything, cuz i aint all the world seem, seen to much mother f**in gangsta sh** and s**ed up the game, times are savage, hardcore playaz aint your average, trunk full of triple beams, and the schemes of cream and cabbage, n***az die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper, with the smash down for the cash n***az that was in my thug nation. try to scalp all f** half the world i want it all! but im bustin at u n***az, with my back against the wall. f** u b**h a** n***az, lil trick a** n***az, make your name up in my mouth taste like sh** a** n***az, see myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror, its like a hologram picture of a tired up n***az (ahahaha) you never really really know the game, cuz every time a n***a look up, the sh** a changed, chorus n***a i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, stick a needle in my vain, eatch injecting the game, tired all thugged out, f** the money f** the fame, try to make it happen mother f**er, cuz we too deep in the game. verse 2 its time to make it happen get paid, its that n***a s y a s k, tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the A. there slackers they slangin all day. until the players rock and get paid, like on the ground face down, break yourslf, dont f** around, and get sprayed, ??????????? paper. im on paper, leavin fakers with the fakers, like loaded pistols to their faces, i told my family as soon as i get the dough, im on my way back home,sh** across the border like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka, scott free across the sea, sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz. cold red fantasies, board a bocin, kick back floating across the ocean. like the black lack triple ds the mack, slanging the n***az like keys of crack, back for opportunities, cuz our n***as sees is scratched, playing for keeps, addicted to getting it for quitting it, like the junkies hop fiends, chorus: n***a i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, stick a needle in my vain, eatch injecting the game, tired all thugged out, f** the money f** the fame, try to make it happen mother f**er, cuz we too deep in the game. verse 3 u sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger, and eatch mother f**in poe poes that aint getting my dough, roll a hummer for the summer, rad katty in the fall, keep my mind on my money, platinum plats on the wall, u n***az know i wont be f**ing around, im bout the cash, and i hope u know im all about action, and down to blast, what the f** u think, my homies are k**as and drug dealers, use pills for sinuses, crash homes and dome n***az, break bones and stoned n***az. where u had to be ??? got gome ??? n***az getting toed out, just dipping just getting n***az twited up, smoked up. on a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed. were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz city under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are k**as, but no body claimin cuz their fobutaded n***az, chorus.