the game

in the hood im riding dirty dirty im wearing Seahawks jersey my life been a helluva journey will I ever see the heavens gates so pearly got the call from my plug he said i he got them birdies and keys for the mid teans and a box a glocks with the red beam this shit here make of dreams have you pockets busting at the seams buying life's finer things flossing diamonds that gleam making cash off these fiens get ready to roll up ua sleeves and get dirty dirty ya heard me cuz these fiens is thirs ty I got that holy water heavenly father let me ball on these bitches I'm in the game no more riding them benches I come from the projects in them trenches police chase we hitting fences fuck the talk let the gunplay comense I got that kila instinct my lyrics explicit gucking bad bitches getting real illicit real gangsta know when to talk and when to listen I'm ona money mission I gotta hustlers ambition in the barck room money counters doing addition this here a war of attrition a war that I plan on winning they say that the end is the begging I been sinning since the beginning on my nuts you bitches clinging all on my dangling watch out for them rats cuz they singing a tune too the cops that's why my trunk full of chops fuck the cops and the opps raiding my trap spots come to your spot and even the odds get dirty dirty im off that liqre perving swearing them lanes I got ice in my veins quick to make a stain blow out a ma fuca brains no pain no gain dead men say no names I want the money simple and plain won't stop till I'm flying on private jet plane heavy in the game I'm that pure in your vanes sane or insane hard to maintain gang gang we got them thangs that go bang bang coming up from slanging came I got ice in my veins won't stop till I'm flying on private jet planes you want the half or whole thang this is the game and this is how it's played hustling is my trade I hustle everyday hustle to get paid ina major way respect loyalty and honor what don't kill me make me stronger hold on just a little longer I been a Killah I been a robber I've bathed in holy water I love my son and my daughter aima king in the street ima hustler from my head to my feet beware the police cuz rats like to set rat traps when they se a real one making his snaps no high capping just facts I'm gone put Seattle on the map known for ogs riding in caddllacs on them wires them ds wrist and neck on freeze looking bout 400°I'm cold bit not yhe kind when you sneeze ima bring my city to its knees make this mothafucka bleed I want my green and blue rent is due I'm hear to collect the debt of the fallen see me cuz im out hear balling like im a Lakers im juking bitches slam dunking these haters moving weight like a freighter got mo Flava then now and later get a wife homie savor the flavor I'm on my way up like anescakater on probation for bad behavior in the street im like the savoiur I got what you needs you can pay me later I'm gon a ball from here all the way to the equater when I die im gonna be remembered as a real Playa with paper for days in Louie v shades a couple of hoes that can't behave I'm a Playa that can't be played dragons I slay bye bye give em a lil wave I keep it real till I hit the grave Independent no record liable slave this hear for the people trying to show them the way back to richiousnous the ground precarious under they feat I'm make mothers weap just so you know ima kill you and your hoe we can let them pistols blow butch ima pro up shit creek I row you should have known not to been caught slipping bro I stay low Luke a carpet the first to start shit hollow tips to your heart bitch have you stuff like starch rigamortis darts quick