Niggas in da Game feat. Trae tha Truth,Paul Wall,Charlie Berry,Jay-Ton,Lil’ B

歌詞

(*gun shots*) (*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow, Loud And Bangin' Some real shit, ha-ha You missed me, motherfucker Many men (C. Ward), many many many many men Wanna be like me, but they can't fuck with the M.O.B It's C. W-A-R to the D (Chris Ward) It's hard to see, I'm hard to be Hey you um fraud to me, and that's fraud as can be And I don't care for no apology, fuck you and your bribery You should of knew that from the get go, I'll set up a robbery I'll have your home hit, leave your dome split Leave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spit Niggaz beefing with me, like they got a bone to pick Well holla at me I'll be in the hood, me and my Yellowstone click (Lil' O) My enemies can't even fathom, what I think in my mind Cause if they saw what I saw, they would sleep with they nine See Lil' O's like a gorilla, in the heat and combined You disappear, just for speaking on mine it's not a game So let's put it in the open, I'm addressing the issue You cry babies, let me get you some tissue I'm 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissle I told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbull But I'm so fly, I could piss on a missle So if you plexing bitch make it official, I'll two way you right back Like ha sucker, I'm coming to get you And if they catch me nigga, fuck the judicial (Skrilla) As long as there's blood in my veins, and air in my lungs I'ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gun I hold my head to the sky, as I blink at the clouds Then hit the roof, and get to thinking out loud What you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zones Or disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phone On in the kitchen broad bitching, bout the odor is strong You cook it slow and hit the do', before she notice you gone I'm holding my own, it ain't nothing above me Go toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bloody It's a must I get ugly, if you mess with my nuts Full speed when I bleed, mashing the pedal for thrust Got my mind made up, to keep the crime rate up Laws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay up As long as the water is hot, and the dishes are clean My position's in the kitchen, dog I'm living my dream (Hook) Niggaz in the game, wanna act like we not a G But I done told em, ain't no fucking with S.L.A.B And if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peace Cause ain't no way you haters, taking my life away That's why we quick to click on niggaz, that's bumping with us It's ride or die, and I'll be sure that you riding with us Slow, Loud And Bangin' on them niggaz, we cock and we bust And if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed (*talking*) These bitches gotta go, I ain't playing no games This time around, put that on my life take every single one of you, hoe ass niggaz out (Trae) These issues I'm living, got me losing focus but I keep my cool Straight up I got my mind made up, I don't wanna be six feet laid up But it seem to keep testing my patience, barely missing they death And soon to be, they gon be touched and that be quiet as kept My mind frame in another world, and it don't plan to come back And the day it come back, my enemies fin to be under attack This life I'm living ain't no joke, so I ain't fin to play no games I got a perfect aim for these cats, so they can feel my pain That's why I grind full time, one life to live to get mine So I'm full speed to the job, until it's time to lay it down And to them cats that sent a slug, right through the side of my car It ain't over you got it coming in the war, I don't bar (Jay'Ton) These niggaz fake they act like cakes, just like some hoes Their the type of niggaz, that don't really last that long That's why my nine on my side, when I'm ready to ride I walk around with my head high, with nothing but pride Cause I'm a thug ass nigga, busting at snitch niggaz I'ma be a grave digger, for niggaz hating my figgas My enemies gotta go, they better duck when I'm coming My mission is to eliminate haters, when I be rushing (Lil B) You niggaz can run but you can't hide, I'ma leave your chest open Within fifty feet is my range, infrared beams scoping Choking you haters, that's trying to hate on a G Lil B I'm still that nigga, that'll rep S.L.A. to the B Wanna plex then grab your gun, we known to keep a nigga on the run Leave em stunned wet and done, just like a fresh hot cinna-bun Say playboy these streets talk, don't make me have to come to your house Break you off when the glock cough, Slow, Loud And Bangin' won't take a loss (*talking*) Old hoe ass nigga, fuck around And run up in your motherfucking house And duct tape your spies nigga, put one In your motherfucking brain Talking down on the name, nigga (Hook)