K-Rino, Z-Ro - The Game Goes On lyrics

Grab me some chips or something, man

I'm living paycheck to paycheck
Tryna pay the rent
Crackers thinking I'm a slave forever
They got me bent i'm bout to pull a move
'bout to rob one of 'em blind
Let me call my partner Z-Ro and
See what's on his mind
Well, I'm going through a thang, K, I
Really need to make some change, k
I'm thinkin' 2-11, I'm feelin' strange, K
No job
There's no way for me to pay the bills
If you with me then let's get paid
Live lavish and chill
You ain't sayin' nothing homie
I been waitin' for a lick
Got a gal fine as hell
But I'm too broke to trick
The last two months I've been
Thinking of a caper
Come scoop your boy up and
Let's connive on some paper get in
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms
With Mr hector bakes cakes
$9, 000 for a half, $18, 000 for a whole
But, I ain't bring no money with me
Just my black 44

The game goes on
And it might not ever change
Too familiar with this pain
Is it suicide living in the fast lane?

Boy, this plan kind of real, Ro
I'm ready to ride
But what's the deal with all
These hard heads standing outside?
This boy he got an army
And they all heat packers
Two guns against twenty equals
Two dead jackers
I know the odds are against us
Therefore I planned ahead
In the trunk is an AK, HK, AR
In the back of the car
Plus, it ain't no rush, we gon' lay low
'Til his partners start to leaving and
He's drunk on the floor
Yo, you know I heard that he
A sucker for a screwing
Let's set this fool up with Michelle
And let her do him
Get his guard down then right before he rise
We kick the door in and unleash heat
Surprise but it ain't his birthday
It's gon' be his worst day
K-Rino and Z-Ro, we both currency thirsty
Hit my phone
Call Michelle so we can get it together
Man, I'm tired of being broke bro
Let's get this cheddar

The game goes on
And it might not ever change
Too familiar with this pain
Is it suicide living in the fast lane?

You know what, Z-Ro
This move that we pulled was sheist
But, I ain't never seen this kind
Of paper in my whole life
Money all around me, can't get much greater
Just stuff it in the bag, man
We'll count it up later yes, indeedy
Guess you can say the needy got greedy
But, I was tired of hearing
My children scream, "Daddy, please
Feed me!"
I got up, got out and got something fast
But, I'm feeling funny 'bout the
Way we got this cash man, don't sweat that
You 'bout to have the finer things
'Cause we got more money than
Timmy Chan got wings
Diamond rings and fancy things and
Pockets full of change
'Cause the game goes on and
It ain't gon' never change

The game goes on
And it might not ever change
Too familiar with this pain
Is it suicide living in the fast lane?