JT the Bigga Figga - Game 4 Sale lyrics

n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale Nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale sh** nobody knows, knows, knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale See nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale We got game for sale [Verse 1] How I do it, I put this spunk right into it Act like I never knew ya, blast and run right through ya Bust ya in the head with something Bet ya my n***a we ain't playin' Break the safe and start payin' I got whatever ya need, big faces For dollars I'm chasin' if I want it I take it Ain't no mystery or no myth when I'm takin' ya sh** And you'll be history just dead in a ditch Young Daz the a**a**in I hold it down for my crown Huh, I lay it down for the whole Dogg Pound How that sound, a n***a playin' me out Ya get pound with no doubt we bustin' ya mouth Young n***a [Hook] All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What n***as might do to put they hands on some dough All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What n***as might do to put they hands on some dough n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale See nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale See nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale Nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale Peep game [Verse 2] On a street train pushin' my thoughts, we got hustle For the right price hittin' the lab we got buckles Tech notes, look at me slow with face won't Project game travel to city We take over ya mind frame Do some things ya can't did We made men, complete with cash ya can't spend Mind balls, but not that mind ya used to The new crew, hard knock life we too cool We made that, we call strikes from way back And take that, cell phone calls they can't track Face slaps, see this sh** from roof tops When the drought here, can't outrun the two cops The foot work spot and move we cop them dues Keep the big face in they socks and shoes Raised by old timers and laced with old game Bait and switch partner and take the whole thing [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey yo, hey yo All I wanna do is put my hands on some Benjis Drink Remy Martin until it's empty Slap twenty-twos on the Bentley It's n***as like you who been tryin' for centuries We'll still touch em' like Ren and Stimpy The train still rockin' big body Benzy in a frenzy Pocket full of stones like Pimp C on ya ten speed Don't tempt me, n***as layed up with the semi for ten G's I'm simply rock for the block and penitentiaries It's red dream sh** and "Thug Lord" sh** Take them n***as to park quick, make em' forfeit This the ayatollah, the number one spot holder Glad ya Glock sewed up, take the rap and it's over Told ya I'm the tightest motherf**er upon em' Dustin' em' all and f** y'all n***as s** balls And I buck y'all with my n***as Ball and Daz dilly Fingerprint the mac milli and slap his a** silly [Verse 4] I was a ho wet dream, a broke b**h nightmare Serve her game before we start the affair Mac usually never bless no squares s**ers say yo prayers and have mine when I get there Plus I use a M-5 for you to get yo live Mr. Jesus ho gave yo about loot n***as bossin' for that chastity and game too Cops dis and out front y'all few That's out, so every motherf**in' sentence count I shook the game bu*t naked and made it work my route Make my name taste like a Glock nine in ya mouth Make a name, hang out with Roger Trout boss game, 535 stash Independent and Mac owned, I leave the sahde trees alone Man I'm about to have this sh** sewn Dillinger and Yuk and n***a now I'm three Cut up and smash on they a** with no apology [Verse 5] I got heat for you n***as, speed for you n***as Thought I couldn't come with official game It ain't for play, I ain't playin' Take the dollar squad name I split duck and hit toke and take this to the brain Fool I do the damn thing, I bust so tremendous So what's at stake for those that fake and hate Old n***as have to deal with little Followin' fetti trails I head to the ghetto Doin' dirt in the gritty ghetto It's young T-Bone stackin' P I bet a grand, standin' next to me is Samuel C I'm Everclear a hundred proof and I'm hard to drink My Ph is like ya throwin' a case This game is for sale n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale Nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale sh** nobody knows, knows, knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale See nobody knows n***as got game for sale, n***as got game for sale We got game for sale