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a-game - step up (ft. t.o.t.) lyrics

[intro] (t.o.t. & a-game)
aaaah, ahaha that sh-t’s so hard to do sometimes
yo, ayo! ahhhhh! it’s a-game (a-game) and t.o.t. (and t.o.t.)
ahhhhhhhhhh!

[verse 1] (a-game)
come and step up and try to hang with the big dogs!
you chihuahua status, we be the baddest we spit it raw! (uh huh!)
when we drop a track, we whip up a masterpiece (yeah!)
we spit the sh-t to make ’em say uhhhh, like master p (nananana!)
see i’m back and all this slack is what i’m lackin’, see
started out as catastrophe, now it’s a-game with t.o.t. (t.o.t.)
rep my team, my crew z.c., best watch where you steppin’, g
cause when you f-ckin’ with my team? you find out i’m no referee (nope!)
and i’m a make it, regardless of your discrepancies
you talkin’ sh-t, but i keep it movin’, i keep it rollin’ like ecstasy (woo!)
it’s time to wrap it up, it’s a-game if you don’t know me! (if you don’t know me!)
i’m a p-ss it to my homie t.o.t. mahoney, step up!

[verse 2] (t.o.t.)
b-tch you know the time, it’s your boy droppin’ rhymes
k!lla on a f-ckin’ track, that’s a well-known fact
i don’t like liquor, but i’m into redrum
when i get up on the mic, you would think i am the chosen one
t.o.t., you know me, smoke them trees, f-ck the police
keep it real, my crew z.c., every chance i get, i rep my team
spittin’ this sh-t like you never seen, i got an ill mind, my hands are clean
i’m f-ckin’ sl!ck, you can’t catch me at the crime scene
i don’t pack the heat (nope!), but i’ll put you to sleep
all i need to take your life, is some f-ckin’ cutlery
trying to step up to the t.o.t., what you thinkin’?!
me and a-game steady slayin’ n-ggas, abe lincoln!

[verse 3] (a-game)
r.i.p. to the beat, step to my team and you’re leaving deceased
with t.o.t., we feed on the weak and we chillin’ in the booth everyday of the week
with a new track that’s some dope sh-t, talkin’ sh-t then get ghost b-tch
and just in case you ain’t noticed, every track that we spit is so potent
f-ck with the crew get left for dead, not talkin’ about a video game
we spittin’ this sh-t, we stayin’ insane, i’ll stop writin’ when i fillet my brain
and major pain we bringin’ it, if you got a problem? bring it b-tch
i bring it sick and you b-tches can’t never even get close to this
we got the dopest hits, flowin’ like an ocean is
gonna hit a million leaving haters up in shock-and-awe
“when you guys make it to the top, there is no stoppin y’all”
i already know this, compet-tion is soft like cottonb-lls!

[verse 4] (t.o.t.)
give me the mic, you might lose your life, i’m blowin up, them flashin’ lights
that n-gga a-game right by my side, said you got rhymes but you f-ckin’ lied
drinkin’ on brew got me feelin’ right, with the zoo crew know we down to fight
tried to spit, but you got tongue-tied when i hit the track, my flow’s so fly
it’s t.o.t. i k!ll the beat, i drink too much then fall asleep
my rhymes are clean like hd, high resolution 1080p
you can try if you want, but you can’t beat me, i’m a g-o-d on the m-i-c
i hit the booth, i hit my peak, you hit the floor and you start to leak
k!llin’ these beats like everyday, drop a track and i’m gettin’ laid
don’t run your mouth, watch what you say, my n-gga got the chopper i’m a let it spray!
before you go, i’m a let you know the time (know the time!)
don’t f-ck with the crew unless you want your heartrate to hit a mothaf-ckn flatline!

[outro] (a-game & t.o.t.)
mmm! yeah, it’s like that!

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