[Intro] 

[Just some regular talk] 



[Verse 1] 

I'm with a shorty, Benz looking sporty like Fila 

I come on the block, they say my name like [???] 

I step up, house niggas like Bob [Needle?] 

What's up consul, rolling weed is like some shit 

Word up, aint that Terry (aha), her man I used to run with 

Came around the way she found out that I run shit (shit) 

Word, I've heard that that chick be on some dumb shit 

Her man got locked, and now she just another broke bitch 

Eiyyo, she need to kill that 

Allways talking about where Ville at, he still rap? 

You know that I aint even try to feel that 

But it aint nuttin yo, it's just the same old (same old, aha) 

Stink ass hoes trying to get up in some rain clothes 

And I've done fucked some strange hoes, inside of Range Roves 

And I aint mad cuz it's just the way the fucking game goes 

And even know I'm 20 deep, I'ma try to lay low 

With niggas that's ready to kill as soon as I say so 

And mothafuck all the others, but as long they know 

That wherever Ville go, they go 

From doing shows in Mexico, collect them pesos 

To watchin Knicks and the Pacers in Conseco 

I got access, now I'm on point like a cactus 

Niggas try to flip on big Ville like a matress 

Mag force, I'm bout to run this whole rap shit 

It's tragic, yall niggas know what the fucking facts is 



[Chorus 1] 

Mothafucking game, some niggas rise 

Some niggas fall in the game 

Some niggas crawl in the game 

Aint nobody you can call in the game 

It's all in the mothafucking game 

It's all in the game 

Yo, some niggas rich, some niggas poor in the game 

Some go through it all in the game 



[Verse 2] 

I hit Atlanta, met a dime chick named Samantha 

A dancer, cats who crawling like a panther 

She was a freak, Gentlemen's Club, four days a week 

And even know I use to see her I would hardly ever speak 

But I stayed and I watched, till there was no hoes left 

And then I seen her up the Fresh, looking so so def 

She had a tight Prada one-piece slit up the dress 

And she only left with me cause I [???] with the chef 

But if this hoe only knew I was from the projects 

She woulda never left with me and got mixed up in the mess 

Cuz, she walked outside, two steps from the Lex 

And two niggas had a shootout and she got hit up in the chest 

I had to get the fuck up out of there, I had to go to Rob's, rest 

Lay down, smoke a spliff, it wasn't making no sense 

And hell yeah I was mad at them niggas that have did it 

But the most fuck up shit is that I didn't get to hit it 

And that's fucked up that I got to go and deal with this 

Now I'm back on the plane headed for [???] and Chris 

Eiyyo, but what about the hoe that got shot? Fuck her! 

You think I give a damn about a bitch? I aint a sucker (hahaha) 



[Chorus 2] 

It's a game 

Some bitches smoke 

Some bitches broke in the game 

Some bitches choke in the game 

A lota bitches cut throat in the game 

Aint nobody you can quote in the game 

Eiyyo, it's all in the game 

Some bitches hope (hope) 

Some bitches get dope in the game 

A lot of bitches flow in the game 



[Outro] 

[Just some regular talk]