Recognize Game Lyrics - Spice 1

Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse 

(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch). 

With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah. 

(Peep game fool). 

Ant Banks at the crack house 

Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch). 

It's obvious mad cash got me gassed 

Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos 

"Never lose" my motto since birth 

Double up knots and crack spots 

Snitches lead out by silence gun shots 

Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal 

If they don't kneel, They get peeled 

Bitches recognize I never have no drama with death 

Bustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem 

Take a pen make a mil and if this shit don't sell 

I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower 

South Central nigga what? 

The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran 

Young enough to be my daughter 

My posse use to flip her like a quarter 

To state to my man for man slaughter 

Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway 

Trunked the punk bitch (That's fair play) 

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You've got the gangstas that I have tangled baby 

Bitch recognize game when it's in your face 

"Well alright y'all" "ha ha ha" 

You think the town rid of Short? 

You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me 

I could make a phone call and just like that 

A bunch of niggas from Oakland all on your back 

I've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew 

They call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you bitch 

I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned 

I've seen the tables turn 

Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke 

Use to be a want to but now I'm old school Short 

In the game never had the stacks since age 14 

I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up 

And even when I came up I fucked with same folks 

Still did the same stuff 

Bitch Short Dawgs in the house 

I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in your mouth 

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Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha) 

Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players 

Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players 

Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E. 

Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me 

Partna' don't get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clips 

Major chips lookin' at Eclipse jacuzzi dips 

Niggas step back I don't know you 

Don't get to close to me 

Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be 

Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air 

Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player 

Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin' 

Fell in the relapse besides I'm a trauma a nigga 

Look in the eyes and when you see me I be hardcore 

What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for? 

I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas 

Throwin' monkey wrenches into the game 

And all the players and pimps feel my pain 

Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentials 

Not artificial with fishin' niggas know I'm packin' missles 

Get me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skis 

Ballin' till I die nigga don't fuck with S.P.I. 

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