The Notorious B.I.G., Big Pun, 2Pac - It’s Not A Game lyrics
[The Notorious B.I.G., Big Pun, 2Pac - It’s Not A Game lyrics]
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins
With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
Sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then
Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood
Screams of thugs like
Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer
Honeys and sex
We're here, I'll bend them checks for years
Hungry and stressed
You fuckin' with Chris, fuck Pun
Dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator
The head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
(Woo, c'mon) half the niggas I keep
And put 'em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
No insanity plea from me
I ride the beef 'til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids
From the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile
Guess you can recall me antisocial
Niggas shakin' like they caught the
Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em
Like Sun Tzu niggas do unto these snitches
Before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the
Bird before he testify
Strikes walkin' close to my third
I live a troubled life
And if you dream, be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize
Nigga watch for bustas (Watch)
Either heaven or jail
It's still hell for a hustler
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
I personify every image that niggas fake
I personify, really bring it to 'em
Because I'm - II looked up to these niggas
While on bail, they gon' take
My spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying?
My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere
You know what I'm saying?
I'm coming right back for my
Place, anybody that's there
They gon' have to move
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins
With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
Sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then
Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood
Screams of thugs like
Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer
Honeys and sex
We're here, I'll bend them checks for years
Hungry and stressed
You fuckin' with Chris, fuck Pun
Dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator
The head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
(Woo, c'mon) half the niggas I keep
And put 'em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
No insanity plea from me
I ride the beef 'til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids
From the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile
Guess you can recall me antisocial
Niggas shakin' like they caught the
Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em
Like Sun Tzu niggas do unto these snitches
Before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the
Bird before he testify
Strikes walkin' close to my third
I live a troubled life
And if you dream, be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize
Nigga watch for bustas (Watch)
Either heaven or jail
It's still hell for a hustler
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
I personify every image that niggas fake
I personify, really bring it to 'em
Because I'm - II looked up to these niggas
While on bail, they gon' take
My spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying?
My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere
You know what I'm saying?
I'm coming right back for my
Place, anybody that's there
They gon' have to move
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