DJ Kay Slay - I Love The Game lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay - I Love The Game lyrics

[Verse:] Ride on my own, resign on my throne Babbling alone, bottomless pums Come out of my dome, ride with the chrome Barking under, I ain't mind watching my tone I'm on a trick, trick sh**, they can't fly my zone They abandon the city, cause out of town we had some action Now they tryna come back to New York like Phil Jackson Rappers wanna be singles, singles wanna be rappers But I'm like, what the f** is wrong with these n***as They moving backwards We grow up in them small Brooklyn apartments Them n***as floors better than us, then we gonna rob them You son of a b**h, that's what you suffer from Homie am my father's child, your mother's son I could cough up belong him, breath out the other one I'm from best style for real, see where I'm coming from? Another lane, stay out of my way, you f**ing lame When it rains it pours, I clap back when thunder came Never touch my chain my last name Mac, I talk then things Named after my father, my sister got my mother name David Burkle waits, I murder you b**h I come to bang man I f**ing blame like son of Sam that love his land I'm blood thirsty open my mouth See bloody face, sleep with one eye open Met they man when he from the pain At the end of the movie, when all lean is causing Cain I wouldn't clap back like old dog Who run with Cainon the game Ruffer got my first 20, Couldn't tell me sh** I'm off and running 2K a day, could barely spell a G Master with it, make a hustler You wouldn't believe I hated drama Oatmeal for 4 days straight, so this one is for ma mamma Couldn't stand the CAT, first offence in 20 years With no loyalty amongst my peers No fear for the system, f** them, it's all wrong So we bail into the nearest hit town, teenage outlaws Me, Big Sweets, Butch and Slam, hit the interstate Now we got them cowboys, we rise on our dinner plate Suit out with dinators, territorial difference Neighborhood dispute, can't pay me for life sentences Living for the moment, rest in peace to those in graves They demonstrate and quick talk me to watch my homies My mamma said when they made me They told her to break the mould Them me I driving crazy, Bruce taught me Make them say, haaah My mother taught me to think before, ever making a move If this is war, then you take your tomb boy Don't ever play with these fools Always ask for my lawyer, never leaving my witness Everything on your sh** list, should be dismiss on your system Always protect your sisters, never make murder senseless Make sure you pay your tickets and keep the plug consistence You ever get a visit for them b**hes be resistant If you love the game as much as I do Then keep your distance