Spice 1 - Recognize Game lyrics

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Spice 1 - Recognize Game lyrics

Ice-t intro: Well alright. spice 1 in the hiddouse (and short dawgs in the house b**h). With the l.a. players (soldiers to the game you know?) yeah. (peep game fool). Ant banks at the crackhouse Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face b**h). Ice-t: It's obvious mad cash got me ga**ed Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos "never lose" my motto since birth Double up knots and crack spots Snitches lead out by silence gun shots Map the area i wanted to cut the f**in' cops a deal If they don't kneel, they get peeled b**hes recognize i never have no drama with d**h Bustas always try i leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem Take a pen make a mil and if this sh** don't sell I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower South central n***a what? The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran Young enough to be my daughter My posse use to flip her like a quarter To state to my man for man slaughter Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway Trunked the punk b**h (that's fair play) Hook: You've got the gangstas that i have tangled baby b**h recognize game when it's in your face "well alright ch'all" "ha ha ha" Too short: You think the town rid of short? You must be crazy, that silly sh** you talkin' just don't faze me I could make a phone call and just like that A bunch of n***as from oakland all on your back I've never been a shot caller just a n***a in a crew They call me too short but i'm still bigger than you b**h I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned I've seen the tables turn Marks turn into k**ers rich n***as go broke Use to be a wanna but now i'm old school short In the game never had the stacks since age 14 I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up And even when i came up i f**ed with same folks Still did the same stuff b**h short dawgs in the house I know you want my dick cause it's all in your mouth Hook Spice 1: Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha) Heads or tails win or lose broke n***as are players (x2) Say what up to the s.p. crooked i.c.e. Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me Potna don't get it twisted up i got hollow tips extended clips Major chips lookin' at eclipse jacussi dips n***as step back i don't know you Don't get to close to me Some n***as ain't really the motherf**er they suppose to be Cloud k**ers don't aim until you shoot in the air Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player Phoney as three dollar bills n***as ain't recognizin' Fell in the relapse besides i'm a trauma a n***a Look in the eyes and when you see me i be hardcore What the f** a real n***a gotta lie to kick it for? I'm tired of these bubblegum a** n***as Throwin' monkey wrenches into the game And all the players and pimps feel my pain Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals Not artfical with fishin' n***as know i'm packin' missles Get me two bentleys some houses johnson jet skis Ballin' till i die n***a don't f** with s.p.i. Hook

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