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e-40 - blessed by the game lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s a game of cat-and-mouse in the bay
everybody know where everybody stay
somebody didn’t make it to the house
somebody got shot in they mouth
gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under
can’t be shinin’ too flossy, they’ll turn you into a body
can’t be stuntin’ too often, they’ll turn your car to a coffin
have you coughin’ up blood while you was smokin’ your bud
and sippin’ your barre, or should i say lean
him and his hoe, now it’s a crime scene
i’m a master of reality
rap about good times and casualties…uh!

[chorus 2x]
from the bottom, and i ain’t ever changed
from broke to having my change, mayne
get up and get it, don’t always place blame
i’ve been blessed by the game

[verse 2]
this morning, the lord tapped on my head
said ‘if it wasn’t for me, you would be dead’
got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked him
i was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy
when it come to communication, you gotta be smart
put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart
with your family and folks, your friends and your foes
life can be short or taller than a stripper pole
i’mma get my sh-t together, bruh, i promise, i betcha
i’m slappin’ e-40, don’t shoot the messenger
pack a mac or a 40 just in case they test ya
watch out for the porky, pigs, they arrest ya
some crooked, corrupted, att-tude like ‘f-ck it’
some do they job and care about the public
i’m a master of reality
rap about good times and casualties…b–tch!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics
runnin’ through paper like it’s a laxative
since i toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me?
i’m the same the dude, i ain’t an impostor, ya feel me?
when you get on your feet, don’t forget your peeps
‘cause they the ones that hold a n-gg- down in the streets
when it’s all said and done my testimony ain’t gon’ be phony
sometimes i lose count on how many people owe me money
forget about it, hustla, just love ‘em and keep it pushin’
never know when you gon’ need a brother, we hoodlum
boss, not a sucker, i love my loved ones, we folks
my bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope

[chorus]

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