The Game Lyrics - Kane & Able

[Kane] 

I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D 

7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50 

Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a G 

Score four more times now that's a quarter ki' 

252 grams equal 9 o-z's 

Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see 

I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese 

Soon as I get off these, rap makes me a G 

Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes 

Mr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll 

Now it's '97 and I got me a ki' 

1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of D 

Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36 

My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick 

This be the drama behind the hoes and cars 

All my hustlin' niggas I know you grew up real hard 

Plus watch your back, plus watch for police 

Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ??? 

Comin' for your yola, V-12, and bakin' soda 

One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier 

[Chorus] 

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game? 

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change 

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game? 

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change 

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game? 

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change 

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game? 

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change 

[Kane] 

Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed 

5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's 

Soldiers, servin' fiends down in New Orleans 

Comin' out the projects sittin' on Gold D's 

Young G, snort coca leaves and ki's 

No Limit ready for war like we Vietnamese 

Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211 

Sellin' bricks for 27 

More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's 

Down to dimes and nickels 

Hit a lick, got you niggas sick 

How the fuck you gonna tell me about this game 

From the streets to the pen niggas know my name 

[Chorus] 

[Abel] 

100 grams of heroin, ??? 911 cut 

Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuck 

Take a spoon and mash on the shit in baggies 

Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it 

25 to life no questions asked 

80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cash 

My niggas that hustle, be quick to blast 

Cause Choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples ass 

You phony rappers talk about the game 

Been there, done that 

Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks 

Turn you into fortune like Pat Sajak 

Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than Ajax 

No Limit, everything we say, we did it 

Went to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinach 

To big and you motherfuckers don't forget it 

Y'all niggas wanna start some beef and I'ma finish it 

[Chorus] 'till fade