The Game Lyrics - Mac

What nigga drop that shit 

Soldier, say k-l 

These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet 

I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein 

Verse 1: mac 

Murda murda I wrote it in braile 

Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale 

The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after 

The mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for 

Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous 

1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap 

Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust 

Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss 

? platonic? , the lyrical killins don't got no motives 

In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it 

When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas 

You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river 

I enter the place, ski mask covered my face 

If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case 

In this mothafucka ya heard of me 

? t-t and herb hit the spot? 

All the niggas I know is shell shocked 

Chorus: mac 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got it, I got it 

Verse 2: mac 

I was born in it and represented 

The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it 

Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet 

Big wise that's my nigga, psycho ward is my clique 

Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas 

Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot 

Them scriptures, paint the pictures 

We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers 

Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame 

Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game 

Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid 

You wanna go to war let's get to it 

Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder 

Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger 

Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo 

I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo 

Chorus: mac 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

I got the game in my vein 

Won't change 

Verse 3: mac 

I'm the bad nigga from the bricks 

Blood on my kicks 

Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits 

I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles 

Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils 

I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister 

Transform into liu kang and finish ya 

Nigga put me in the game i'ma show you my sports 

Witness the street level on the b-ball court 

Bitch i'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein 

Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name 

So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated 

My niggas wit me 

You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me 

Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy 

And buck, my name mac remember that, I drop rhymes 

Nigga it's mac as if you missed it the first time nigga 

Woah 7x