[chorus]

The game owe me

Game owe me 

The game owe me 

Game owe me 

The game owe me

Game owe me 

The game owe me

Game owe me 

The game owe me 

Game owe me 

The game owe me 

Game owe me

The game owe me

Game owe me

The game owe me



About 4 o 5 years ago 

I made a promise 2 my momma that I would neva sell no mo dope 

And tha world so cold

Where tha real die young 

And the hate grow old

But they all die slow

I wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes

Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro

Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do 

Tha game old

Speakin of tha game no smoke 

I always keep 44

They don't know tha life I know

From tha dro smoke

New po'smoke

Maybe no smoke

Whether its my folks or ur folks

Never go broke

Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me 

With my mind and my heart and my soul



Check out now mook-b 

Yall know me

Grabbed tha mike since 93

Hatin ass niggas wouldn't let me eat 

but I kept it real

Stayed true to tha streets 

Stayed down 

turned up tha frown  

Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around

Still in it till tha mothafuckin finish

U can best believe im gonna get me a ticket

The game owe me

Speak money

Paid dues to be a five star G

Worked hard didn't get shit free 

Made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry

Suckas weren't hearin or feelin me

I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat

Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E  hey hey



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Hit me now 

Most of these boys like hangin round

Smokin yay

Plotin and planin 

Thieving my trays for all my manes

Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte

After I-C-E bo-triple-x drop and heat all nite

We made a pact when I was grindin 

U was broke man

Im sellin weight and getting money in tha fat lane

We can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gauge

When u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made

My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court

5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoes

Its D4L mack a therma real feel pimpin

Red snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin

Limos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo

Meter runnin it don't matter

Cuz in getting mo and mo

The game been good to me

The game still owe'n me 

In and out I said

So much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good



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Game owe me I aint gotta lie

Who says a man aint supposed to cry

Lord aint gon put no more u cant stand

Get on one knee and raise yo hand 

2004 my mama got sick

Start them bells all kinds of shit

Wanna ride good wanna look good too

Game owe me I don't know about u

Believe it



[chorus out]