the widow spider that spit saliva I write for lifers and boxers at rikers I write pain Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins Thug in this game, flooded
the way it has to be an uncompleted masterpiece deleted canvas atrophy cut be another after me a silent wound whose lips confess Love's loss under Love's duress a curse confessing
I took cutie for a ride in my death cab She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals Big Momma shoots the game
, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' I'm married to the game and every
vision Watching my life go down, like Christian Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse Come on like a freak show, takes the stage We give them the games
t need your love 'Cause the game don't change I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game
, the, game, don't, change [Verse 2 - The Game] I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game
Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up Take game, I got grabbed up Asking me questions, interrogating The way the hatin', they just remind me of Satan Keep
Mary Wells 'cause that's the thing to do I said "I beat you to the punch 'cause I'm the one who really loves you" The Brown Crowd gots game, I don't
't let you pass me by Don't try to play games, ?cuz I know what you really want Body language sayin' yes, nothin? left to confess Shorty wanna pop a
the flash just to push they ass back Twista gotta get that paper e'ry day If you wanna play in them big league games Stack yo' money to the sky all day
like Peaguses, bloody up that necklace Hoe I'ma Aries, them terrorist fucked up tha lick When sendin' chicks on tha plane Put a major glitch in tha game
you ain't had a thug in a while I hit her wit the proposition as she's peepin' me out So whats the lick shorty? Fuck the game me or the lane She hoped
gun that gets nathan what you expect? (say what) like a neutron on deck (yeah) nigga you gonna catch rays (ha) you confess lets get cash and thangs (ugh
suburban hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite no second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate love the game