Sin Loc, E’spirit - Man's G.A.M.E. lyrics

I put the pedal to the
Metal, smashin' on this mothafucka
Plenty of
Real G's, not again skinny jeans, just
501 Levi's and mothafucking Dickies
I said 501 Levi's and mothafuckin' Dickies
Put the Hub on the map
Never scared to scrap, but
If a mothafucka cool then I'm givin' you dap
Act a mothafuckin' fool then it's
All in your cap
We ain't playin' with this shit here nigga
Brains in your lap
Load this mothafucka up like a cellphone app
Load this mothafucka up like a
Cellphone app, get your mothafuckin' choke on
While others get their drank on
Finna go piss nigga go handle your shit
Ain't a damn thing changed, what
The streets ain't bang, don't
Be making no money but
Niggas still wanna hang
Get to offerin' jobs these
Niggas still won't change, just
Be letting them other niggas
Control their brain, that's why

I do the man's thing, show
These boys a man's game
FUCK shaggin' my pants where
My nuts already hang

Don't ever push me to the limit o'
Crip, your lifeline will get lost
Don't you ever
Forget? This Compton streets mothafucka
Hell yeah we've been
Suffering, tryna hold back the next guns
To killin' off the loved ones
Evaporatin' in these mothafuckin' streets
Somebody's love that got killed
Now here comes the
White sheet, domes that got peeled, and
Bled out on the concrete
All I really know is the
Funeral is comin' next week
A damn shame but the streets
Won't change especially comin' up
In you half raised, and all
You know is gangbang
A dumb bitch and a nigga that's
(inaudible: flipped)
Don't got no mothafucking business
Havin' kids and shit
That's real, I dedicate this to
The real mothafuckin' struggle
People losin' that love for
They suffer as well as others
What the Devil waitin' in hell ready
To fuck a mothafucka, police
Guns and warfare
And sending mothafuckas to jail

I'm givin' credit to my mothafuckin' self
'cause I ain't never too
(inaudible: hard-wild)
To ask God for some help
Throughout my life it's been
Some fucked up shit
And I ain't never seen to be
Able to get all over it
I blame that shit on my self mothafucka
Now I'm mannin' up to do right and
Say FUCK no to the other
That's just the way it is, roll
Up into the day it is
And still pullin' pistols won't you
Squab with this business nigga
Put down the cannon, we can do this two
Handed, at the end of the day nigga
We're someone standin', only difference
It might be
Is your left got you right handed
Bullshit we share and misunderstand it
It's grown man shit, make
A hundred grand shit
All for the day I'm 'bout to
Make it to the clip shit
That's how I'm rollin' do your
Drinkin' and your smokin' and
If is a mic involved then
Do some mothafucking flowin'