my niggas man, for life man I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man I love you nigga Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups) You
wrong way Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me So true to the game, it's a name you
I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more Yea they want more they hot and they want more They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy I'm ecstasy
: (Paul Bliss/Phil Palmer) You bought me flowers and you sold me a line You gave me compliments and too much wine I've played that game I know all
on walking And tell 'em you don't give a damn! Don't call me brother I ain't your brother We need more than crime prevention We need more than ecstasy
to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?" [Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what
pull a race card And it backfires in your face hard Cuz you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus this stylist that you fucked When you was ecstasied
em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so
will body a beat, this is airway robbery When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade Or bitches on Ecstasy
what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin
ready for a taste of this? Yeah I hope so I'm ready to if so Do every little single detail that you told me [1] - Yeah I know that you talk a good game
a lot And I know you fed up I know life is hard But you gotta keep ya' head up You got the real game, check Nail game, check Hair game, check Everything
City you been blown and shown pity, In secret, for pieces of change. The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you And it makes you feel violent and strange. Memory, ecstasy
Bass still knockin, +Pimp Juice+ still flowin 'Tics in the back, you can smell the chronic blowin I got girls all around, I got my Hef' game goin Baby
still knockin, +Pimp Juice+ still flowin 'Tics in the back, you can smell the chronic blowin I got girls all around, I got my Hef' game goin Baby girl
average, everybody jang-a-lang Nobody livin savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range It's not a game, it's a beautiful
my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind
