Styles P - Married 2 Tha Game lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier] Yeah! Married to the game! Yo! What you know about these streets n***a?! Huh?! What you know about this real sh**?! Teflon, Styles P Da Ghost! Come on! [Verse One: Styles P] Married to the game (I do) Mary Jane blowin while I'm carryin the 'caine (Yeah) Cross the state line state time is on the brain (Damn) Mansion and a couple mil' maybe I'm a change Twenty four gone or your frame's not the same (Uh Uh) Brain can't remain in your head when I aim and the barrel flood the flame (Flame) n***as cooked food somebody better pray for 'em (Somebody pray for 'em) n***as look rude you better got a cave for 'em Busy schedule but I got a day for 'em Late night all black f** around and lay it for 'em (YEAH) Cut his a** ear to ear drag his a** here to there Bring him home k** his man just so I can clear the air You don't want nothin but sure 'gon get sum'n ('Gon get sum'n) Somebody dyin cause the four 'gon hit sum'n Married to the game the husband she always want the blood drip When she want it, put a dozen in your stomach [Hook: Tef] Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me [Verse Two: Tef] Married to the game, I let the thang, burst Let the thang blast we don't ask names first b**h I got chips! Why you clingin to your purse?! Mu'f**ers mad cause we slingin on they turf Put in work,.in days to the gang in the hood at first n***as figured a little small change wouldn't hurt Start at you with dirt, look, I took my vowels When out and tried to put the cook in vowels From the heart I'm a Brooklyn child And Teflon palm still itch when I ain't did a jooks in awhile We foul, crooks then look at us now And they had to get it down for awhile but I took it to trial Now all I do is puff trees, Roll to plush fees And look for a girl to turn to a f'd up D Please! We could never see enough cheese And if It's about some cake then we could discuss fees [Hook: Tef] Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me [Verse Three: Tef] Sixteen in the clip, run in ahead of the Glock If we ain't gievn up nothin but head shots to his dreadlocks I'm lyin, I threw the iron to his bread box And kept firin should've left Tef in a asylum Let's face it, Tef on about a safe grip since 2000 blue diamonds on the bracelet Won some, lost some, tossed some, replaced it This strip's got me a mess I'm caught up in the matrix Thought I take the time to blow a L And relax 'fore you cats have me go back to jail I got more crack to sell, so I was gonna stack 'Til I cracked a half a mil' and then relax and chill But then, the bills grew quick, and my crew flipped On some music sh** then threw it on a ma**ive scale Blast yo' a** to hell if the ba*tard tell We kick our foot up, 'til they put up the gas for bail And still........ [Hook: Tef] Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me Married to the game, holy matrimony man look at the ring The whole thing gla** and homey look at the chain You love how it's flashin on me, shoot ratchets 'til the casket on me