Blessed By The Game Lyrics - E-40

It's a game of cat-and-mouse in the Bay 

Everybody know where everybody stay 

Somebody didn't make it to the house 

Somebody got shot in they mouth 

Gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under 

Can't be shinin' too flossy, they'll turn you into a body 

Can't be stuntin' too often, they'll turn your car to a coffin 

Have you coughin' up blood while you was smokin' your bud 

And sippin' your barre, or should I say lean 

Him and his hoe, now it's a crime scene 

I'm a master of reality 

Rap about good times and casualties...UH! 

From the bottom, and I ain't ever changed 

From broke to having my change, mayne 

Get up and get it, don't always place blame 

I've been blessed by the game 

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This morning, the Lord tapped on my head 

Said 'If it wasn't for me, you would be dead' 

Got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked Him 

I was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy 

When it come to communication, you gotta be smart 

Put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart 

With your family and folks, your friends and your foes 

Life can be short or taller than a stripper pole 

I'mma get my shit together, bruh, I promise, I betcha 

I'm slappin' E-40, don't shoot the messenger 

Pack a Mac or a 40 just in case they test ya 

Watch out for the Porky, pigs, they arrest ya 

Some crooked, corrupted, attitude like 'fuck it' 

Some do they job and care about the public 

I'm a master of reality 

Rap about good times and casualties...BIATCH! 

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Techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics 

Runnin' through paper like it's a laxative 

Since I toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me? 

I'm the same the dude, I ain't an impostor, ya feel me? 

When you get on your feet, don't forget your peeps 

'Cause they the ones that hold a nigga down in the streets 

When it's all said and done my testimony ain't gon' be phony 

Sometimes I lose count on how many people owe me money 

Forget about it, hustla, just love 'em and keep it pushin' 

Never know when you gon' need a brother, we hoodlum 

Boss, not a sucker, I love my loved ones, we folks 

My bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope