[Verse 1 Styles P] Shit, I play the game like I sposed to You pay for my vocals Light up a smoke to The hood where I come from, you watch who you spoke to Cause everybody wanna blow, or damn sure hope to Cash, cars, liquor, weed, plenty of soul food The game got no rules Watch who you showin the code to Flying now? Watch who you showing the blow to You might be slippin now, but youll remember I told you When he say the world is his like Tony did, or Nino did Or get real sticky like Nicky did in Casino, kid Yeah, you got to pop em like a little kid Do the time standin on your head, like a little bid Shit, is it cool to be rowdy then? Long money, no state time, just a county pen Nigga, it cant get no dumber Fuck around and get hit with some football numbers Giants versus the Broncos, but we got the game called Runnin from the narcos Soul look black, but my eyes got the sparkle Hunger add fuel to the fire like charcoal Why you think Im hard, though? Yeah, like a yardie I leave hard, though Whiteyellow Porsche with the dark blue [?] You know Im comin from sorrow Singin with the angels, I aint fuckin with diablo
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