young breed – game over lyrics
white bricks in a white fit
it’s just a fight til you mixin’ all that white sh-t
let her work, watch the youngin’ make the white whip
deep dishes all chrome with the white lip
i could sell it wholesale what a idea
and dade county ain’t a dope charge that i feel
same head bussas with them rusty choppas
only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars
they want to see my picture on a t-shirt
all the sticks good just makin’ sure the d’s work
all my enemies i like to keep ’em close
it’s a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat
i’m where the dope boys from
you gotta keep some c-ke
i’m all fresh out the slums, i need to see the soap
old jamaicans still p-ssin’ in the pounds ho
haters never straight til i let these rounds go
another 211 in the projects
keep a strap, this where all the n-gg-s rob at
? like where the bomb at?
i’m still sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s
where the jon at?
[chorus]
baking soda in my range rover
i’m takin’ over n-gg-, game over
f-ck the state penn, i’m f-ckin’ hoes at penn state
in the bentley b-mpin debts with biggie mixtape
n-gg-s at me like i’m 2pac at a vegas lobby
money bags on your -ss and you can pay the price
i’m in your city and want to make it right
for that lil’ check hit you in your pair of nikes
end of conversation, n-gg- came and end your life
i’m talkin’ compensation with a brick of white
i’m sellin’ records n-gg- but i’m livin’ trife
i’m number one lookin’ like i did it twice
i got them shooters n-gg- that’ll dim yo lights
midnight in overtime and n-gg-s shootin’ dice
four, five, six n-gg-
don’t you open my brick n-gg-
them haters screamin’ my name ain’t they?
they want to take a n-gg- chain ain’t they?
but that gon’ be a f-ckin’ problem ain’t it?
bus’ ’em like a bottle ain’t it?
all i got is real n-gg-s
i’m talkin’ ;bout real killas
baking soda in my range rover
i’m takin’ over n-gg-, game over
you snortin’ c-ke where you snort mine
this fast money, f-ck father time
big guns for that big talk
take a n-gg- car and make a b-tch walk
my ak always was my father figure
i barely knew my father n-gg-
[chorus]
m’s, double m’s i’m ent-tled to a hundred m’s
hit a lick and i’m stickin’ d-ck in my women friends
never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch
watch while they scrabble, scratchin’ them snitches got an inch
i can take a slight trip with a white b-tch
whip full of white girl in a white whip
ice, ever had to take a n-gg- life
wrap ’em up in packages send ’em back in the afterlife
i know the feelin’ with killin’ my n-gg-s made a killin’
so f-ck the dealin’ with murder, they really handle business
n-gg-s losin’ that’s a switchin’ in my opposition
so who you choosin’ b-tch?
i hope you choosin’ the f-ckin’ winner
i heard them same p-ssy n-gg-s snitches
this sh-t you talk ’bout with them b-tches
ridiculous, that can’t be me ’cause we keep it different
who you see on your t.v. that’s who make a difference
[chorus]
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