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chunk – the game don’t last lyrics

[verse 1]
the game has been sewed up for quite a long time now
and no progress is bein’ made, so it’s time to change the trade
i used to love the game because of the excitement
now i gotta bounce because my -ss got indictments
task done hit the spot quite often, man
cuz now the streets is kinda naked, if you know what i’m sayin’
how many brothers you know that done got tore up from a deep case?
man, you shoulda tossed ’em, now the judge is gonna wash ya
snitches dropped the dime, now me rack for one time
then hit the corner and we jump for a gank, slip me nine
just stone cold k!llas in the 90s, g
i wonder who’s been out there on the streets lookin’ for me
cops ain’t trynna help brothers, man, they doin’ some other
and they lovin’ and lovin’ it more when me and you hate each other
they always wanna jack, especially when you ain’t got no crack
cuffed with the canines sniffin’ down my pants for the sack
once they don’t find nothin’, they quick to apologize
i ain’t got time to be smilin’ lookin’ through a devil’s eyes
homies, man, get what you can and get the h-ll out fast
and that’s real, cuz the game don’t last

[hook]
comin’ up in the streets of emp trynna make cash
livin’ it to the limits cuz the game don’t last
comin’ up in the streets of emp trynna make cash
livin’ it to the limits cuz the game don’t last
comin’ up in the streets of emp trynna make cash
livin’ it to the limits cuz the game don’t last
comin’ up in the streets of emp trynna make cash
livin’ it to the limits cuz the game don’t last

[verse 2]
fools be wastin’ they time when postin’ up on the spot
late night, dressed in all black, ready to go grind
but, man, time keep slippin’ while you out dippin’
sippin’ on straight forty ozs of oe
everybody’s on the jam because you drive a flip car
paper-related and girls that eat from the salad bar
everybody wants to hang out with the hardcore
go broke and you’ll be lookin’ like what they let me starve for
that’s why i’d rather have a job and still do my thing
docked up in the cut, layin’ low, servin’ white grain
then hop up out the game before my life get took
because the hood that i’m stayin’ in, we all up in people’s look
i’m not a crook but don’t be goin’ by the good book
straight murderin’, hangin’ fools up on meat hooks
don’t underestimate what the game can come up with
grind, if someone does a drive-by, you better duck quick
or feel the burnin’ sensation from his waist
thug, look at it this way, you off of probation
on the ground watchin’ pictures of your life just flash
all because the game don’t last

[verse 3]
it’s h-lla real when catchin’ a bullet, man, this ain’t television
knowin’ whether you wanna live or die ain’t a hard decision
and ain’t no time for no jokes to be cracked
come to my city you’re takin’ a chance on bein’ the victim of a jack
stay to yourself, cuz i don’t think ya need a crew, homie
fools these days up in the nine-tre be straight phony
try to straighten up your life and do it fast, black
you don’t have to k!ll n-body and don’t have to sell crack
just keep your eyes peeled at all times
and you’ll find yourself stayin’ outta trouble when ya feel me
it’s nothin’ but a come-up, it’s fool that try to run up
you won’t get no profit, you’ll just get crushed like a mack truck
miss me with the drama, sucka, save it for your mama
mess around out here and you’ll be headed for the trauma
sittin’ in trauma fine with the nine slugs in ‘er
shot down, cuz you was nothin’ more than a beginner to the game
you don’t wanna lose your life though, really
cuz i been thinkin’ that there’s fools out trynna k!ll me
that’s why you gotta fill your grip out, and do it fast
cuz the game don’t last

- chunk lyrics

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