(feat. J-Black, Jugga, Godfather, P Dap)



YO this that hot shit

"the games peoples play"

Game Over nigga, it's over now

"the games peoples play"

"the games peoples play"



[J-Black]

It's time for ya ballers to pass the rot

Before I pass a shot, thru ya vocal box

I ain't playin no more, lay on the floor

I'm the reason they delayin ya tour

What they payin ya for?

You ain't hot, no way

You had a lot to say

Before them hot shots from that glock got popped ya way

Now ya standin there sailin, talkin bout that nigga balance

Seein more blood than us thugs on the Island

I got you trapped like a Puffy contract

And I ain't recoup yet, ya sittin up? you bet

No where to go nigga, where my dough nigga?

With that flow, how you figga you gon' blow nigga

The chances are slim and none

You better lace up ya Timbs and run

Havin a gun in ya face ain't fun

I'm about to leave mami with no son

Fuckin with J, you done chosed the wrong one



[Jugga]

This whippa snapper, quote from the Book of Rap

Pick a chapter, hit a track, and split it

Smack a critic in the kisser

Mack a hot and spicy chicken rapper

Raise ya hand up to me, and she can stand up and be

Damn, I'm smellin plead, who got the chocola-te

That brolic like a ?, prolly had me sloppy on the hot day

Dodgin the street crime unit, why?

Forty one shots got a sweat sound to it? ha?

Plus your own, ethnic group wanna stick ya up

Bust and hit ya up

Put you in the back of that big red and white "come and get you" truck

Bet you ain't bet on this, 

ball till ya fall and got the ref settin this



[Steele]

Niggas need to watch what the fuck is comin outta ya mouth

Cuz the shit you talk about can get ya shot in ya mouth

I got soldiers from the south that run in ya house

Mask on, boots on, gloves on, gats out, gash out

Bullets flash out, you assed out

Layed out, losin blood till ya pass out

If you the best, let's get in the cage go all out

Raw dog, strong arm war and death bouts

Steele, I'mma show you what a soldiers about

You niggas gonna know who to bomb when I'm blowin you out

Fuck a record label, Bucktown thuggin it out

In the streets, guzzlin stouts or fuckin ya spouse



"the games people play"



[Godfather]

I watch the beat slip under, over all strength comin numbers

2000 Infamous thunder, that raw thru the streets click peep

Yellin "M-O-B-B"

Over doose rap get's ya off ya feet

Jetty Jet, Black 5-8, under the seat

Blowin trees, ready for beef

You strapped with the world in my lap, ready to eat

The God QB, my life site of a nut, my pops same one

Game Over, daughter born 18th, 92 of October

It's hard to stay sober

Henny went in my throat, we gettin loan to rise thru a ace

Turn on a beat, for my niggas in the keys

Can't we live, lost these, they comin all ways fuck gee

I'd rather die first put my life on stake [peep that]



[P-Dap]

I burn like a dutch with a lotta teeba

Choke from a toke, catch a third degree fever

The best seller, hundred thousand dollar voice flamin off

Acappella paid off, dudes on my days off

Make sure the dough, I get it betta get it pronto

Or I'm send them hooligans to get mine from ya doors

For the upmost, you had enough, fuck if ya mad enough

Bad enough, everything I touch ran to make bucks

Cuz none of ya can stop me

Fat heads get up in my pockets

Dippin in the wide body rocket

Throughout the Metropolitan, 88 chasin me

Road blocks up ahead, doin a buck 83

Bust thru the barricade, made it to the studio safe

Grab mics make it yell "wait, wait"

Head phones on my mellon and yellin for jake

Dealin with the case properly, my nonchalant way, talk to me



"the games people play"

"the games people play"

"the games people play"

"the games people play"

"the games people play"

"the games people play"