The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right, Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark. Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts
t that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still
ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah, nigga we gettin' 'em (It's on, on, on) Nigga let's killa, killa, killa Bodies they count
Everything flow, everything fluid Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless And the next whip is that Ferrari cart Game over - body
about the game and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers and end
(Kid Ink) I said its kid ink baby turn to the max like tj body tagged up like the bottom of the free way game don't like it niggas need to get a key
Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already
: I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag 100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask Rap game is Crystal
found the ca?ih in a glass trash bag stash I count's the coke and out the back I made a swift dash Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown I ditched the body
go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine
s running the game Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change Mmmmmm, running the game Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change Mmmmmm, we running the game
ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game
Big James Bam! Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still
Chorus Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope cocaine... Gangsta Boo Dope game my game hoes lame its a shame how the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up
stern Im born wit heart I blast ya Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master Playing me one time thats unforgivin I got a body one count
about the game, and nothin else You come out here, you better watch yourself Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers, and end
this life or death game Maintain my cool though My heart's like an engine You had your turn now it's time for mine, Revenge and Rage controls my body
