the traces But it's the player, not the game Blame it on the player Foolish heart don't fall too fast Not the game Blame it on the player Foolish heart
playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the
the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not
about da rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da rucker Not even pee wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win
at police now Coming to you like this This used to be child, is now a grown man Don't play with the wrong hand But I never could quit 'cuz I'm playin
we watch you bleed Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK Play our, play our C
ya mouth, or one day them thugstas, yes They will run up on ya, on ya, And that?s when its over, cause We don?t play no games, so when we up on ya, Believe
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Lil' children, dogs and cats Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Mannie fresh, fresh
own thing I know you won't change and I can't play you wrong man I'm laced with that long game, it's just not a lot of choices man You ain't plannin
is fine Playin' games so I taught her mine Tryin' to play her prayer got caught in a trap Learnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rap Bitches
Fattest (?) turd ever stinked a pair o' draws The finest thing hoein', not like I ain't knowin' She'll turn a trick and suck a nigga-dick Sex game strong
she was Take her purse out to her buddy car, back to the bar For another round of drinks with a pla-ti-num star I'm gettin conceded, a lil bit, the game
don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play; you lil
i know, they after riches, not mine. I gotta gun and ima cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And
pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, niggas stayin home because they wanna get paid, everybody play and Ima just gone play
