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spice 1 - too deep in the game lyrics

livin in a world harcore,
n-gg-z be dumpin on them foes,
catching cases highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything,
’cause i ain’t all the world seem,
seen to much mother f-ckin gangsta sh-t and sucked up the game,
times are savage,
hardcore playaz ain’t your average,
trunk full of triple beams,
and the schemes of cream and cabbage,
n-gg-z die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
with the smash down for the cash n-gg-z that was in my thug nation.
try to scalp all f-ck half the world i want it all!
but i’m bustin at u n-gg-z,
with my back against the wall.

f-ck u b-tch -ss n-gg-z, lil trick -ss n-gg-z,
make your name up in my mouth taste like sh-t -ss n-gg-z,
see myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror,
its like a hologram picture of a tired up n-gg-z (ahahaha)
you never really really know the game,
’cause every time a n-gg- look up, the sh-t a changed,

chorus
n-gg- i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
stick a needle in my vain,
eatch injecting the game,
tired all thugged out,
f-ck the money f-ck the fame,
try to make it happen mother f-cker,
’cause we too deep in the game.

verse 2

its time to make it happen get paid,
its that n-gg- s y a s k,
tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
there slackers they slangin all day.
until the players rock and get paid,
like on the ground face down, break yourslf,
dont f-ck around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
im on paper,
leavin fakers with the fakers,
like loaded pistols to their faces,
i told my family as soon as i get the dough,
im on my way back home,sh-t across the border
like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
scott free across the sea,
sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
cold red fantasies, board a bocin,
kick back floating across the ocean.
like the black lack triple ds the mack,
slanging the n-gg-z like keys of crack,
back for opportunities,
’cause our n-gg-s sees is scratched,
playing for keeps,
addicted to getting it for quitting it,
like the junkies hop fiends,

chorus:

n-gg- i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
stick a needle in my vain,
eatch injecting the game,
tired all thugged out,
f-ck the money f-ck the fame,
try to make it happen mother f-cker,
’cause we too deep in the game.

verse 3

u sound crackin mad ’cause i ain’t getting no younger,
and eatch mother f-ckin poe poes that ain’t getting my dough,
roll a hummer for the summer,
rad katty in the fall,
keep my mind on my money,
platinum plats on the wall,
u n-gg-z know i wont be f-cking around,
im bout the cash,
and i hope u know i’m all about action,
and down to blast,
what the f-ck u think,
my homies are killas and drug dealers,
use pills for sinuses,
crash homes and dome n-gg-z,
break bones and stoned n-gg-z.
where u had to be ? ? ?

got gome ? ? ? n-gg-z getting toed out,

just dipping just getting n-gg-z twited up, smoked up.

on a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed.
were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz

city under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas,

but no body claimin ’cause their fobutaded n-gg-z,

chorus.

- spice 1 lyrics

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