
n.o.r.e. - it's not a game ii lyrics
[intro: nicole wray]
it ain’t a game
it ain’t a game
[verse 1: maze]
ayo our zone with intenseness
my pen sent with a vengeance
i’m hot y’all n+ggas not that’s the difference
if it won’t rock i don’t spit it
it ain’t a knot i won’t rip it
it ain’t a game it’s maze
from some the projects every time i rhyme y’all remind it
to with the streets harness a smooth sharpness
and a straight gangster it ain’t a life to every day
consecutive ways of hustle and pay
if it’s rapping we pushing platinum
blow like propane if streets and it’s pure cocaine
i drink till i can’t think no more absorbing it all
n+ggas rise to the sky just to fall
i seen a lot of n+ggas ball and lose all they chips
a lot of quick draw n+ggas moving slow with they biscuit
is it they time ending or to send the women and dough
they got these n+ggas acting like they just don’t know it ain’t game
[hook: nicole wray]
it ain’t a game when they missing with us
it ain’t a game when there’s no one to trust
it ain’t a game when they missing with you
it ain’t a game they got up in you
[verse 2: noreaga}
hey yo let me tell you story about brother like me
yo never should have been let out the penitentiary
but since i did like bleeding my bed
it’s like i’m in tune like a star tac kid
i got 10 yo another 10 right out your wig
yo ice big arabic saudi arabia
my cl!ck roll thick big things like wrestlemania
thug war, thug talk, thug mania
underground just like subterrania
i’m in the crib ???
come cop me i probably right out you swap me
doing things why you people want a copy
mase, mus and papi never sloppy
we doing things in the bank just like rocky
it ain’t a game yo let me know who want to stop me
coming straight at your face it’s your man papi, what
[verse 3: musaliny]
n+ggas is bullsh+t like quarter to a brick
f+ck with me playing russian roulette with a full clip
you bound to get hit chick bound to get ripped
get sick shot at you cl!ck straight like this
we play no games i ain’t got to say no name
but somebody to the cops if they find cocaine
what’s a gun to a n+gga ain’t got no aim
these dumb n+ggas ain’t got no brains simple and plain
my mom said pray i went astray
the crime way making it hot like nicole wray
crack stash in the hallway i’m out all day
like mack 10 money just a touch away
now these chickens got something to say
no time to play
if you giving head you can swing my way
life’s a b+tch i made it wifey
i hit that lightly trust me turn these fans into custards
it ain’t a game, n+gga
[hook:]
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