The Game Lyrics - Singles - Philly's Most Wanted

[Mr. Man (Boobonic)] 

"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball, 

("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.") 

and when we want, we can take like the takers take. 

("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down. 

("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it." 

Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds 

I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve' 

In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs 

Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words 

Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves 

Mister, a step above like street curbs 

M-R D-O-T, somethin' nasty 

Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me 

Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy 

You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me 

Uh, respect is all I ask for 

Wit' no problem, spray your Accord 

I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard 

Sixteen shots in your front left door 

then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off 

Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed 

Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce 

You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw 

like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw 

Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?! 

[T-Mix] 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

[Boobonic] 

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet 

Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet 

Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low 

and it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough 

'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him 

Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't trust you 

It's me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.: 

everybody know we all about that all day 

Tell ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones, 

kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones 

Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.") 

Ski mask outta ya house and get low 

I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible threats 

See Boo iced out in invisible sets 

Niggas must think that I'm outta my mind 

like I'm out in the streets without the nine 

Come on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor 

One shot, I bet you won't walk no more 

Reason why, you went sick-up crazy 

Now your mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!' 

But not today, he gone and that's that 

I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap 

Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, Boobonic 

Uh. You ain't ready, nigga 

[T-Mix] 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

[Mr. Man] 

Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.") 

Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.") 

Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.") 

Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister 

Bitch you call, she call to talk about Mister 

Whole time, thinkin' it was all about rap 

knowin' I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that? 

Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack 

[Boobonic] 

You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice 

at the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice 

You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin' 

Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.") 

I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops 

'Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops 

It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot, 

crushin' all y'all niggas that pray that we flop 

Shit I spit, well 

Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?") 

The new lever, did more than you ever 

Real niggas hate when we spill, we too clever 

[T-Mix] 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go 

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk 

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked 

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot) 

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go.