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the game – am to pm lyrics

[verse: rock star]
i’m in the streets from the am to the pm, a n+gga got beef then i’ma spray him when i see him (yeah)
i’m in the streets from the am to the pm, a n+gga got beef
sh+t, look, i’m all about the cheddars (yeah)
never lovin’ b+tches (naw)
i love my family, love my n+ggas then i love my riches (yeah)
i love my gun ’cause i feel naked without one (what?)
my n+ggas is cakin’, you n+ggas fakin’, we gettin’ it done, yeah
don’t get him confused with santana
when you see a young n+gga with jewels and a bandanna (that’s right)
i’m black wall and yeah that’s for sure (uh+huh)
b+tches see me in the street and be like (that’s the boyyyy)
yes ah, same n+gga from the murder capin’ (yeah)
i stay strap ’cause where i’m from, n+gga, murder happen
you better toughen up ’cause nowadays, the judge a sentence you for every b+tton on your b+tton+up
gun b+tt you with chrome, [?] on your dome puffin’ up
i could show you how to ride you better buckle up
they actin’ like i ain’t the one, what the f+ck is up?
a couple mad that i’m signed so what f+ckin’ suck it up
yeah, i stack benjes a week, i flip that, get that back in a week, sh+t
a lot of you rap cats ain’t really the street, i’m silly with heat, clap semis, back semi ya jeep, yeah
you boys scared, it’s warfare when the hammer spit
(here monkey, monkey) (here monkey)
k wit a banana clip, (huh) yeah
i’m the wrong one to make tense (yeah)
if it don’t make dollars (dollars)
then it don’t make sense (no)
yeah, i stay hunger like i never ate that’s why i spent more money then you’ll ever make
yeah, you light work, i’m a heavyweight
my 9 to 5 is on the grind and i ain’t never late (ha hah)
yeah, you talk a lot but you ain’t sayin’ nuttin’ (you ain’t sayin’ sh+t)
gangstas move in silence (shhhhhh), so i ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
kiss the black mask and the glock 40
but n+ggas rattin’ now probably send the cops for me (ha hah)
geah, but they ain’t gettin’ the boy ’cause i stay low+key like a brick on the floor, n+gga (geah, geah)
and i’m a tell you who you f+ckin’ with, it’s the black wall street, cut a cheque or suck a d+ck
[outro: the game]
yeah i hear the streets talkin’
i know n+ggas tired of the beef between me and 50
n+gga, i’m tired of the beef with this f+ckin’ f+ggot
so that’s it, n+gga
i f+ckin’ quit
stop snitchin’ stop lyin’, this is it n+gga

- the game lyrics

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