Текст (слова) песни: Frankie Cutlass f Roc-City-O - Games

Hook:
Games people play (I wanna know)
Games people play (why the brothers be playin` them games)

Verse 1:
Here comes the man of the hour
Never catch me fuckin` with cowards
Rock men from Thug Life to High Powered
Blazin` trees Chinese chicks to Lebanize
Across seas me and Big Frank be pickin` up keys
Sieze the opportunity to freeze MCs
Recognize who be gettin` that cheese please
I see you watchin` me like Whitenour
You gettin` power
Chickens gassin` you thinkin` your clique is as big as ours
Long time no beef on the streets
Ain`t nothing sweet I still walk around packin` heat
You pose no threat you get yourself soakin` wet
Vibes from the mac and the tech
And what we be doin` chumps uptown we call them push ups
Pushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah)
I leave no evidence cat`s ain`t been heard from ever since
And officer, those ain`t my fingerprints
Down low I`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 fuckin` with
I`m gettin` bricks runnin` with Colombians
While you punk motherfuckers starve on a block
I`m drivin` around spots gettin` mad props
Fuck standin` on the ave gettin` cash (what?)
That`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 nigga`s pissin` in they pants (ha ha)
They scared to death they know it`s real here
I murder niggas if not I have them rollin` in a wheel chair
I dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater
Have holes from my nine beretta
I`m not the one for the postin` up shit
I toast you up quick I have you floatin` in the ocean
I get down like that cause I have to in the Big Apple
Many niggas try to cap you, for nothin`
Niggas be frontin` for fame they don`t know the game
All they want to do is leave blood stains
That`s why I keep my gat cocked and steady
Like Teddy I keep it on my waistline ready
I`m deadly like Freddie Kruger but fuck the claws
I`m strickly steppin` to ya niggas with the ruegers
"I need my shit kid" that be rapidly repeated
The more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin`
So back the fuck up I`m blowin` niggas out the frame
Maintain before you get a bullet in your brain
I`m that insain nigga from the Money Makin`
All you niggas fakin` I`m a leave your body shakin`

Hook
The streets ain`t no game
Rock City will let `em know

Verse 3:
Now yo fuck the radio and fuck the airplay
I`m strickly underground sayin` what I want to say
It doesn`t matter if I`m hurt or not
I`m a wreck shop my way and still get props
That`s my word shit is gettin` real with these critics
They always talk about a nigga lyrics
I ain`t tryin`t to hear it
Everyday the industry is gettin` realer
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer
Brothers gettin` paid under the table
Labels already knowin` who they want to be stable
But fuck it I`m still gonna try to bring the ruckus
I`m comin` through your town Ill Man with the Cutlass
I saw a lot of niggas fail oh well
They mad cause I`m everlasting like a Duracell
Battery don`t try to battle me
My mentality is gettin` salaries is all reality

Hook

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