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$tupid young – gametime lyrics

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[intro]
lowthegreat
mike  crook

[chorus: $tupid young]
n-gga,  bang your set, ’cause you know i’ma bang mine
for the ones rip or on the main line
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
when  you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
when  it’s game time
yeah, play ball
play  ball when it’s game time, yeah
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
hold up, it’s game time

[verse 1: $tupid young]
first off, i don’t f-ck with the one time
all  my n-ggas ready to go when it’s crunch time
wildin’ out with this cannon like i’m nick
bullets gon’ sound like it’s drumline
pull up on your block, n-gga, with the automatic
if we catch an opp slippin’, we gon’ let him have it
bullet stuck to his body like it was a magnet
godd-mn, young, you a savage
for my n-ggas out there thuggin’ on parole
who stood ten toes down and never told
gotta keep a heat ’cause these streets cold
we gon’ p-ssy slap a n-gga if he try to act bold
where you from? yeah, n-gga, better bang that
and i put that on my blue flag and a hat
yeah, i put that on my blue flag and a hat
how many times i gotta say that?

[chorus: $tupid young]
n-gga, bang your set, ’cause you know i’ma bang mine
for the ones rip or on the main line
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
when you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
when it’s game time
yeah, play ball
play ball when it’s game time, yeah
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
when it’s game time

[verse 2: pacman da gunman]
f-ck you talking ’bout? (what?)
f-ck you talking ’bout? (f-ck ’em)
yeah, his brother still a b-tch, i used to mark him out
every day after school, he took the safest route
he ain’t never understand what this banging ’bout
n-gga, when it’s game time i be on the frontline
grippin’ somethin’ chunky, i ain’t never shot a baby nine
n-gga, for this block and my hood, i’ll lose it all
sixty crips, if n-ggas sellin’ guns, i’ma buy ’em all
hustlers, i don’t chat with ’em, marks, i don’t rap with ’em
fearin’ fake n-ggas i ain’t met that got some racks with ’em
n-ggas broke and thirty somethin’, still in they feelings (why?)
took ’em to the lake, pacman, is you kidding? (h-ll no)
f-ck it though, i’m a loc with these gang tats (yeah)
i’ll die for this blue rag and s hat (true)
f-ck it though, i’m a loc with these gang tats (what?)
it’s a k!ller spray if you disrespect that

[chorus: $tupid young]
n-gga, bang your set, ’cause you know i’ma bang mine
for the ones rip or on the main line
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
when you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
when it’s game time
yeah, play ball
play ball when it’s game time, yeah
throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
when it’s game time



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