Letras:
Fun N Games

] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game

[Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it

jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot

the dollar Do the dam thing n I got to maintain Try not to go insane Everyday I'm facing complications Motions happenin in tha game Temptations of the

this game up From the DJ's to the VJ's From the niggas from the ese's You know we brung this game up Everybody knows Thugs-N-Harmony From the beginnin

with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game

I want that feeling back But I'm not sure where to get it You have the answer for that And you say it's nothing but fun and games But over the phone

And mafuckin get out the game Stick to the drug game And the drug game is even worse Because if someone jerks you You can shoot em and kill me But in this game