50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, NLE Choppa - Part of the Game lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
NLE Choppa [Bryson Lashun Potts] Memphis, Tennessee. U.S. 🇺🇸
[50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, NLE Choppa - Part of the Game lyrics]
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby
(yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs
You know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game
(Ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it
(yeah, yeah) robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with
Make money, make make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money
Southsidе beef with the best of 'em
Donе shot at the rest of 'em (yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy
I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)
Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around
Put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break you're dead
Let's get to it
They don't do it like we do it (Nah)
Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh) , bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (yeah)
Runnin' 'round this bitch
Still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)
When it come to that paper
There'll be no complications
(Haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you
Your heartbeat pacin' and it's alright
That's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (yeah, yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs
You know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game
(Ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it
(yeah, yeah) robberies turned homicide
(NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)
It's all a part of the game
You gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe all night
Lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose
Or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it
Like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity
Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face
Look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me
Feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy
(yeah, yeah) biggie, boy
Now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me
(Oh, oh) try to post up on his block
I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot
We pull 'em in the alley (yeah, yeah)
We need some silence
Suppress 'em when he start rattlin'
(yeah, yeah) as you drivin'
There'll be hell when you done did a robbery
(yeah, yeah)
Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it but
He hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know
We bringin' more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
(Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs
You know I get around (yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game
(Brrt, brrt)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
(Hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it
(Hey, hey) robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)
Oh, oh welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah