Sunz Of Man, Tash Mahogany, Suga Bang Bang - No Game Around Here lyrics
[Sunz Of Man, Tash Mahogany, Suga Bang Bang - No Game Around Here lyrics]
Uh, chea, bang 'em up, Bang Bang
Hell Razah, touch these niggas' heart, Bang
I don't think you really
Wanna come around here
None of my homies play that game around here
Eyeing before the day break out
Quick to take it to the streets
And get it on
Anywhere, I don't care, you know my barrier
This is how we do things, shoot 'em up
Bang bang young desperado, know it be Apollo
Tell your boys get low, pimping ain't easy
Ya'll get up off me, mmm hmm
We getting rich like a spaceship
We love AK clips
Give ease to the Playboy chicks
You can't blow when you hate
On men, sit back, wait on men
With fork tongue snaking they friends
In the hood, it's against all odds
You spit 16 bars
Fast money and them luxury cars
I was formed in the image of God
Not material still stay strapped with the
Scratched off serial
Black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracle
Yeah I got ears
And I still ain't feeling you
Back with the hood on smash
Rock a gold Ghetto Government mask
And a Dead President to match
The Devil's diary
I left fingerprints on the prince the Joker
Laughing Two-Faces and walk with a limp
My holster, under my armpit
Millenium garments arabic fabrics
While smoking up the bones of Mohammed
Blowing out the smoke of opression
Holding my weapon
Hairs came from the robe of a peasant
Touch my heart
Priest see white bodies in the dark
Soon as my ink touch my King Tut
Between us is the pen, I
Write gems, the viking, see my white wings
My sword of blind justice
I love my nine brothers
Third rail, cut the power, we got a problem
Is this chick Mahogany, a little livewire?
I tend the wildfire, I cause a jaw wired
On any MC who staying up and act tired
I got alotta G's in my mob
I got alotta cheese and a job
Niggas think they leave and I slob
Til they see me leave in a Saab
Zoom 22's out the drive
Grand Theft Auto kinda live
You oughta move aside
Hit me on my Motorola Sky
My, jeepers, creepers
I bang out the speakers
I glide through the mic like
The late season sneakers
Then run that back like lampers and sneakers
I shut down MC's from the
Court to the bleachers with more butter
I got some more butter bangers
I have the game chipped like
Mommy dearest with some hangers
Y'all Crank Yankers
You didn't know that I was dangerous
MC's don't be discouraged, come again
Don't be a stranger
Hell Razah, touch these niggas' heart, Bang
I don't think you really
Wanna come around here
None of my homies play that game around here
Eyeing before the day break out
Quick to take it to the streets
And get it on
Anywhere, I don't care, you know my barrier
This is how we do things, shoot 'em up
Bang bang young desperado, know it be Apollo
Tell your boys get low, pimping ain't easy
Ya'll get up off me, mmm hmm
We getting rich like a spaceship
We love AK clips
Give ease to the Playboy chicks
You can't blow when you hate
On men, sit back, wait on men
With fork tongue snaking they friends
In the hood, it's against all odds
You spit 16 bars
Fast money and them luxury cars
I was formed in the image of God
Not material still stay strapped with the
Scratched off serial
Black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracle
Yeah I got ears
And I still ain't feeling you
Back with the hood on smash
Rock a gold Ghetto Government mask
And a Dead President to match
The Devil's diary
I left fingerprints on the prince the Joker
Laughing Two-Faces and walk with a limp
My holster, under my armpit
Millenium garments arabic fabrics
While smoking up the bones of Mohammed
Blowing out the smoke of opression
Holding my weapon
Hairs came from the robe of a peasant
Touch my heart
Priest see white bodies in the dark
Soon as my ink touch my King Tut
Between us is the pen, I
Write gems, the viking, see my white wings
My sword of blind justice
I love my nine brothers
Third rail, cut the power, we got a problem
Is this chick Mahogany, a little livewire?
I tend the wildfire, I cause a jaw wired
On any MC who staying up and act tired
I got alotta G's in my mob
I got alotta cheese and a job
Niggas think they leave and I slob
Til they see me leave in a Saab
Zoom 22's out the drive
Grand Theft Auto kinda live
You oughta move aside
Hit me on my Motorola Sky
My, jeepers, creepers
I bang out the speakers
I glide through the mic like
The late season sneakers
Then run that back like lampers and sneakers
I shut down MC's from the
Court to the bleachers with more butter
I got some more butter bangers
I have the game chipped like
Mommy dearest with some hangers
Y'all Crank Yankers
You didn't know that I was dangerous
MC's don't be discouraged, come again
Don't be a stranger