Darrell "Digga" Branch - Giving Up the Game lyrics

(Bloodshed) Under pa**ing the bridge In my Yacht under looks my Mahogany crib Models from Germany is serving me ribs And shrimp scampi, give up this life, nah she can't be Serious, she must be delirious Weed in pals, rippin' aisles, sippin' Cristal The kid is rich now, treating every girl like a sleaze Puffin trees, overlooking the waves of the seas Visualizing Gs, and M3s, and so much ice I could (Freeze) Wait hold up (High), I gotta blow up (No doubt) And get my dough up, the life of the stallions Dining with Italians, discussing hundreds of thousands Miles of poison that'll have zombies roaming your housing Complex, my own mob sending me bomb threats When I retaliate with convicts they set be all 'pet Stress, I'm feeling depressed, puffing the sess' Hoping success doesn't lead to an early rest Feds knock down my door like it's a robbery Subjecting me to give into bribery Preaching it's no survive for me Spies putting bombs in my whip And it makes me wanna flip But nah I ain't going legit (Chorus) Give up the game Give up the game You gotta come legit You gotta come legit, baby Giving up the game Giving up the game You gotta come legit, no doubt, no douuuubt, no doubt (Cam'ron) Yo, I'm a run hysterically Until they bury me, count numerically Hills of Beverly, with more Grands then Cherokee Presidents like Eric B, and Rakim This drug game, I'm top ten, locked in Right now it's not an option Cause I live fast and trife (The sh** don't last for life!) But right now, all this cash is nice I know the tactics kid, you see what kinda mac this is I ran through mattresses, hittin' models down to actresses And other places blown my brain I went from shooting that dope, to snorting that 'caine The caviar, where they pourin' Champagne With a dame, no shame, see I'm bouncing to my mountain Front of my fountain, looking astounding Stacking all these G's I'm counting That's living lavish, am I right or wrong k**a's like the Father Don, eating meals like Veal Parmesan With linguini, fettuccini, chauffeured in my Lamborghini b**hes see me, looking creamy in my Sergio Tacchini (Chorus) Give up the game Give up the game You gotta come legit You gotta come legit, baby Giving up the game Giving up the game You gotta come legit, no doubt, no douuuubt, no doubt (Cam'Ron) So any beef kid here's the remedy No Diggity, and if you ain't no kin to me I tell you now, I bust off like Yosemite Girls I got the knife game, I'm trife, lame I slice brains, drinking Night Train Cutie pie with the iced chain I'm caught up in the succession Of getting bucks in, and pulling ducketts My times are harder than construction (Bloodshed) Well it's the Willie with the bucks in the game I think back to the days when my gang used to ride the trains Snatching pocketbooks and chains That's what played in my mind frame To turn into the crazy scuffling and hustling type All though I'm living the life It seems like times is getting more trife Yo, it must be the money Rolling up a twenty, sniffin' coke Thinking what it's like to be broke Nah, I just couldn't see it I can't choose a route that's scenic Having cash is too convenient Cars, gold bars, the whole nine yards (Chorus) Give up the game Give up the game You gotta come legit You gotta come legit, baby Giving up the game Giving up the game You gotta come legit, no doubt, no douuuubt, no doubt