hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without
tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
runnin up the hill. Lookin for a better way. My brothas and sistas it's time to bail Cuz even thug niggas pray. Hopin God hear me. I entered the game.
tha G's you can feel my pain till tha mothafuckas gets born again () you thought I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots
stop drinkin' rum. I tried to cope loc but my family's broke And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin
pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
] G Unit solider (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Yea...Yea... I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin For houses wit Tvs hangin
Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house
screamin in a poo drownin Am I insane from the frames givin to my brain Eyes photograph all my people and their pain Weak motherfuckers loosin and twist the game
bust and ditch 'em" Why must you suffer this when really love, what's the mission? Because you still live in your daddy and your momma house Shoulda knew
ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And everytime I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now
the type of pain that it can bring That's why you gotta get off of you're thing cuz it ain't no dream and it ain't no game We so serious, dogg you know
m ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And everytime I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now
my condition My decisions Put me in the wrong positions Chasing pipe dreams Of fame and recognition The Epic Not only a name A definition My game remains no matter the pain
left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little
gon' lay you flat on yo' back when the beat-boom-boom-pat-pat like that, y'heard me? We comin in this game like some survivor's and we leavin this game