G`s Game

PRODEJE:<br><br>Playin` like a gangsta, you wanna be a G<br>I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P?<br>I tell you how it`s on if you recognize the real<br>You ain`t the only brother out there fiendin for the kill<br>Playin` like a gangsta, you niggas better see<br>I represent my Loc and you represent yo` G<br>Cause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dust<br>And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust<br>Now you can be my Cuz, homie, I can be yo` Blood<br>But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love<br>They wonder if it`s Crip but does it matter where I G?<br>I`m sick of doin` shows for niggas lookin` mad at me<br>I represent the small percent of real niggas<br>Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers<br>Now get directly at me, I`m not trippin` on the fame<br>I`m talkin` to my niggas playin` in this G`s game<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>You playin` in the G`s game<br>And homie, it`s hard to maintain<br>If you slip in the hood it`s never all good <br>Cause you can get smoked in the hood<br>You playin` in the G`s game<br>And homie, it`s hard to maintain <br>If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G<br>It`s all to the G<br><br>HAVIKK THE RHYME SON: <br><br>Now recognize, open yo` eyes as I hit the switch dippin`<br>Sippin` on that St. in the cut reminiscin`<br>Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish<br>You wanna be a G, but you ain`t even ready yet<br>Went to high school, dropped out, you couldn`t handle it<br>Hangin` with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous<br>Got it in yo` mind that you gots to pack the .44<br>Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo<br>On the run daily, now you`re livin` foul<br>Mom`s cryin` nightly, so she throwin` in the towel<br>I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don`t have bites<br>So it made a brother realize<br>I can be a G rockin shows<br>Clockin, stackin` ends, droppin` tracks in studio<br>Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools wanna maddog, loc<br>When I`m dippin` on `em hundred spokes<br><br>Chorus...<br><br>PRODEJE: <br><br>Now back up in the days<br>They used to settle beef just from the shoulder<br>But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor<br>It`s mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up<br>The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up<br>And all the bustas sweatin` Prodeje because I`m clockin`<br>I used to buck a fool, say "fuck a fool", but now I`m rockin`<br>The other dialect to put my G into perspective<br>And all that`s bound to scare should come to get their ass collected<br><br>HAVIKK THE RHYME SON:<br><br>And now you on the run, you caught a case<br>You wanna get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face<br>Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G<br>And if you slip, yo` enemies are gonna bust, G<br>And if you make it home, you`re lucky<br>Cause ghetto warfare is leavin` niggas` minds twisted like Chuckie<br>Rhyme Son say it`s crucial, black G`z need to wake up then <br>And recognize the fuckin` games that you play with me <br><br>Chorus...