DJ Kay Slay, Trick Trick, Papoose - I Love The Game lyrics

Ride on my own, resign on my throne
Babbling alone, bottomless pums
Come out of my dome, ride with the chrome
Barking under, I ain't mind watching my tone
I'm on a trick, trick shit
They can't fly my zone
They abandon the city
Cause out of town we had some action
Now they tryna come back to
New York like Phil Jackson
Rappers wanna be singles
Singles wanna be rappers but, I'm like
What the fuck is wrong with these niggas
They moving backwards
We grow up in them small Brooklyn apartments
Them niggas floors better than us
Then we gonna rob them you son of a bitch
That's what you suffer from
Homie am my father's child, your mother’s son
I could cough up belong him
Breath out the other one
I'm from best style for real
See where I'm coming from?
Another lane, stay out of my way
You fucking lame when it rains it pours
I clap back when thunder came
Never touch my chain my last name Mac
I talk then things named after my father
My sister got my mother name
David Burkle wait's, I murder you bitch
I come to bang man
I fucking blame like son of
Sam that love his land
I'm blood thirsty open my mouth
See bloody face, sleep with one eye open
Met they man when he from the pain
At the end of the movie
When all lean is causing Cain
I wouldn't clap back like old dog
Who run with Cainon the game
Ruffer got my first 20, Couldn’t tell me shit
I'm off and running 2K a day
Could barely spell a G
Master with it, make a hustler
You wouldn't believe I hated drama
Oatmeal for 4 days straight
So this one is for ma mamma
Couldn't stand the CAT
First offence in 20 years
With no loyalty amongst my peers
No fear for the system, fuck them
It's all wrong
So we bail into the nearest hit town
Teenage outlaws
Me, Big Sweets, Butch and Slam
Hit the interstate now we got them cowboys
We rise on our dinner plate
Suit out with dinators
Territorial difference neighborhood dispute
Can't pay me for life sentences
Living for the moment
Rest in peace to those in graves
They demonstrate and quick talk me
To watch my homies
My mamma said when they made me
They told her to break the mould
Them me I driving crazy, Bruce taught me
Make them say, haaah
My mother taught me to think before
Ever making a move
If this is war, then you take your tomb boy
Don’t ever play with these fools
Always ask for my lawyer
Never leaving my witness
Everything on your shit list
Should be dismiss on your system
Always protect your sisters
Never make murder senseless
Make sure you pay your tickets
And keep the plug consistence
You ever get a visit for
Them bitches be resistant
If you love the game as much as I do
Then keep your distance