spice 1 – recognize game lyrics
well alright, spice 1 in the hiddouse
and short dawgs in the house, b-tch
with the l.a. players, soldiers to the game you know? yeah
peep game fool, ant banks at the crack house
ha ha ha, better recognize game when it’s in your face, b-tch
it’s obvious mad cash got me g-ssed
shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
never lose, my motto since birth
double up knots and crack spots
snitches lead out by silence gun shots
map the area i wanted to, cut the f-ckin’ cops a deal
if they don’t kneel, they get peeled
b-tches recognize, i never have no drama with death
bustas always try i leavin’ ’em gagging spittin’ up flem
take a pen, make a mil and if this sh-t don’t sell
i still got the street powder back to flippin’ flower
south central n-gg- what? the representer
d-mn, your girl seen me comin’ and ran
young enough to be my daughter
my posse use to flip her like a quarter
to state to my man for man slaughter
caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway
trunked the punk b-tch, that’s fair play
you’ve got the gangstas that i have tangled, baby
b-tch recognize game when it’s in your face
well, alright ch’all, ha ha ha
you think the town rid of short?
you must be crazy, that silly sh-t you talkin’ just don’t faze me
i could make a phone call and just like that
a bunch of n-gg-s from oakland, all on your back
i’ve never been a shot caller just a n-gg- in a crew
they call me too short but i’m still bigger than you, b-tch
i been around, you can take a turn but don’t get burned
i’ve seen the tables turn
marks turn into killers, rich n-gg-s go broke
used to be a wanna but now, i’m old school short
in the game never had the stacks since age 14
i been spittin’ these raps soakin’ up the game up
and even when i came up, i f-cked with same folks
still did the same stuff, b-tch short dawgs in the house
i know you want my d-ck ’cause it’s all in your mouth
you’ve got the gangstas that i have tangled, baby
b-tch recognize game when it’s in your face
well, alright ch’all, ha ha ha
picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air
heads or tails, win or lose, broke n-gg-s are players
picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air
heads or tails, win or lose, broke n-gg-s are players
say what up to the s p crooked i c e
ra rolling with the strap on the side of me
potna don’t get it twisted up, i got hollow tips, extended clips
major chips lookin’ at eclipse jacussi dips
n-gg-s step back, i don’t know you, don’t get to close to me
some n-gg-s ain’t really the motherf-cker they suppose to be
cloud killers don’t aim until you shoot in the air
better put it down and break some hoes off like a true player
phoney as three dollar bills n-gg-s ain’t recognizin’
fell in the relapse besides, i’m a trauma, a n-gg-
look in the eyes and when you see me, i be hardcore
what the f-ck a real n-gg- gotta lie to kick it for?
i’m tired of these bubblegum -ss n-gg-s
throwin’ monkey wrenches into the game
and all the players and pimps feel my pain
hustlers maintainin’ riches and keepin’ presidentals
not artificial with fishin’, n-gg-s know i’m packin’ missiles
get me two bentleys, some houses, johnson jet skis
ballin’ till i die, n-gg-, don’t f-ck with s p i
you’ve got the gangstas that i have tangled, baby
b-tch recognize game when it’s in your face
you’ve got the gangstas that i have tangled, baby
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