Killing The Game

LETRA

Killing The Game

...Your homie be alive when he got my best friend now he gone
No, this shit just so wrong
Remember his cousin was callin' my phone
Like, Blanco, let's get him, I know where he headed
He need to be deaded, let's go
So we hit the road, gone off them shrooms like I'm Toad
Hop in the [?], that four forty four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by the store
Freezin', it's twenty below
Blowin' this weed by the O
We just 'bout to leave and then, yo, I think I just seen me that fiend that Gene and my bro
He's right on the corner with Steven and Joe
Now it's open season, I'm fiendin' to blow
So Lee hop up outta the whip, when he let that shit rip, I saw all of 'em [?] on the floor, whoa
But I guess what can I say?
I hit J-F-K and was back to L-A
A thief in the night and a thief in the day
So I take what I want, while I'm chiefin' the J
Huh, while I'm chiefin' the J
Be careful out here in them streets where you play
Be careful out here when you speak what you say
'Cause your ex will get cut up, the meat, the fillet, like whoa

We killin' these lames, so my killers insane
Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game
We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang
We killin' these lames, so my killers insane
Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game
We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang

I'm back in my stash, we back in the lab
Got killas in back of your pad with ratchets and masks
We 'bout to catch us a bag, couldn't find no matches or gas
I'm mashin' the gas, I done mastered the class
Do not give these rappers a pass
These rappers is trash
I give these rappers the drag then ask, 'Is you mad or you mad?'
Haters, I'm flickin' 'em all
Critics have written 'em off
Trick, I'ma boss
I might not be bigger than Ross but still might be bigger than yours
I smell like the vault
She smellin' like Christian Dior
But we don't be kissin' them broads, uh-uh, not at all
I mean it, I seen it before
Their momma a queen like Afeni Shakur
Meth know the meanin' of floor
They fiena be king of New York
But why if the kingdom is poor?
Now we keepin' score
Don't know what you figure me for...