Beats by the pound - Never Ending Game lyrics

Check this out playas All y'all gangster n***as Y'all motherf**ing gangsta b**hes out there (the dope game) I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game) Something that'll never end, this sh** is going on like f**ing numbers Black on black crime, n***a it go like this here We live an eye for an eye You k** me, I k** you, my partners k** your partners And you dead ain't no love on my spot Me and my partners pushing rocks Got them 17 round Glocks at your a** spitting like loogies We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see d**h Goddamn thinking "the f**?", it could be me My little homie on the ground crying I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord My little homie gon be dying (ripped his heart out) He never had a chance to see his life glow And he never had a chance to see his wife bro And his little kid is only 8 It ain't about me or you motherf**er You gone peep defeat off the tree Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets And you never heard of, another n***a with a Glock G I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one Send him to the moon Ain't no rocket ship b**h, it's the temple of doom I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked Most n***as out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken But never even seen a bird They die for that cain and that weed and they water And they to f**ing high, to see the enemy n***as that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me Your best friend will k** you I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects Where they peel your caps like bananas Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners But they can't stop the murders Thats happening in my hood motherf**ers Cause everybody study capping in this Everyday, all day n***as dying, mothers crying But y'all n***as ain't realizing that the hood is murder Find your a** in a 6 inch gurder Cause n***as banging like Charlie Chan You'd better pack a piece n***a And welcome to the never ending game The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets Cause the ghetto ain't no joke n***as in my hood everyday getting smoked Welcome to the never ending game Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets And the ghetto ain't no joke Cause every motherf**ing day another n***a gets smoked And momma pray it ain't me But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese I be making mail like the mailman This is for my partners in the hood pushing ma**ive cain (ice cream) Through the hood of the projects Its fiends walking up for bubble ups You think I'm bout to reject When a n***a get some money, I got them gats co*ked n***a I ain't living like no dummy If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why Will I retire and give it up realize Thats this my only mission of money But y'all n***as look at a n***a hustling like its funny But I got to feed the family Even though if that take me getting f**ing scandalous G And I have to hurt sh** Put a n***a in the dirt, mean putting in work Lay him down, and punch in your time card Cause you never know when your a** bout to go meet the Lord So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous) Don't give a f**, my clique is ready to hang sh** Off the rack, ain't no trap Just a bunch of motherf**ers walking with gats Through the projects and walky-talkies Jacking sh** motherf**er ungh, thats why they bark Like dogs, watch a n***a hard And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins And the white folks can't stop this And the Taz can't stop this n***a, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks Getting paid cause I'm major And if I die f**ing retire my shoes and hang up my pager And give 4 G's to my sons and k** my enemies Y'all can't stop a n***a P, even if I'm dead G And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang So f** what you heard and welcome to the never ending game