[featuring roc city o]
Hook:
Games people play (i wanna know)
Games people play (why the brothers be playinand' them games)
Verse 1:
Here comes the man of the hour
Never catch me fuckinand' with cowards
Rock men from thug life to high powered
Blazinand' trees chinese chicks to lebanize
Across seas me and big frank be pickinand' up keys
Sieze the opportunity to freeze mcs
Recognize who be gettinand' that cheese please
I see you watchinand' me like whitenour
You gettinand' power
Chickens gassinand' you thinkinand' your clique is as big as ours
Long time no beef on the streets
Ainand't nothing sweet i still walk around packinand' heat
You pose no threat you get yourself soakinand' wet
Vibes from the mac and the tech
And what we be doinand' chumps uptown we call them push ups
Pushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah)
I leave no evidence catand's ainand't been heard from ever since
And officer, those ainand't my fingerprints
Down low iand'm scary slide to the back of this
City-o cash flow is miraculous
Mark what i say somebodys got to pay
My clique walk around sick like doc holiday
Hook (x2)
Niggas got a lot of games
Verse 2:
A-yo blaze something quick
So recognize who ya fuckinand' with
Iand'm gettinand' bricks runninand' with colombians
While you punk motherfuckers starve on a block
Iand'm drivinand' around spots gettinand' mad props
Fuck standinand' on the ave gettinand' cash (what?)
Thatand's all in the past i graduated fromt he class (yeah)
Every thug get a chance to be the man
I got mines and now this niggaand's pissinand' in they pants (ha ha)
They scared to death they know itand's real here
I murder niggas if not i have them rollinand' in a wheel chair
I dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater
Have holes from my nine beretta
Iand'm not the one for the postinand' up shit
I toast you up quick i have you floatinand' in the ocean
I get down like that cause i have to in the big apple
Many niggas try to cap you, for nothinand'
Niggas be frontinand' for fame they donand't know the game
All they want to do is leave blood stains
Thatand's why i keep my gat cocked and steady
Like teddy i keep it on my waistline ready
Iand'm deadly like freddie kruger but fuck the claws
Iand'm strickly steppinand' to ya niggas with the ruegers
andquot;i need my shit kidandquot; that be rapidly repeated
The more shots the more my enemy starts retreatinand'
So back the fuck up iand'm blowinand' niggas out the frame
Maintain before you get a bullet in your brain
Iand'm that insain nigga from the money makinand'
All you niggas fakinand' iand'm a leave your body shakinand'
Hook
The streets ainand't no game
Rock city will let and'em know
Verse 3:
Now yo fuck the radio and fuck the airplay
Iand'm strickly underground sayinand' what i want to say
It doesnand't matter if iand'm hurt or not
Iand'm a wreck shop my way and still get props
Thatand's my word shit is gettinand' real with these critics
They always talk about a nigga lyrics
I ainand't tryinand't to hear it
Everyday the industry is gettinand' realer
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer
Brothers gettinand' paid under the table
Labels already knowinand' who they want to be stable
But fuck it iand'm still gonna try to bring the ruckus
Iand'm cominand' through your town ill man with the cutlass
I saw a lot of niggas fail oh well
They mad cause iand'm everlasting like a duracell
Battery donand't try to battle me
My mentality is gettinand' salaries is all reality
Hook
