Kane & Abel - The Game lyrics

(Kane) I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D 7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50 Cut off the sh** quickly, now I got me a G Score four more times now that's a quarter ki' 252 grams equal 9 o-z's Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese Soon as I get off these, rap makes me a G Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes Mr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll Now it's '97 and I got me a ki' 1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of D Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36 My hustlin' n***as, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick This be the drama behind the hoes and cars All my hustlin' n***as I know you grew up real hard Plus watch your back, plus watch for police Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ??? Comin' for your yola, V-12, and bakin' soda One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier (Chorus) How the f**k you gonna tell me about the game? When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change How the f**k you gonna tell me about the game? When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change How the f**k you gonna tell me about the game? When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change How the f**k you gonna tell me about the game? When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change (Kane) Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed 5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's Soldiers, servin' fiends down in New Orleans Comin' out the projects sittin' on Gold D's Young G, snort c**a leaves and ki's No Limit ready for war like we Vietnamese Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax n***as like it's a 211 Sellin' bricks for 27 More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's Down to dimes and nickels Hit a lick, got you n***as sick How the f**k you gonna tell me about this game From the streets to the pen n***as know my name (Chorus) (Abel) 100 grams of h**n, ??? 911 cut Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth f**k Take a spoon and mash on the sh** in baggies Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it 25 to life no questions asked 80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of f**kin' cash My n***as that hustle, be quick to blast Cause Choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples a** You phony rappers talk about the game Been there, done that Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks Turn you into fortune like Pat Sajak Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than Ajax No Limit, everything we say, we did it Went to jail and sh**ted, eatin' steak and spinach To big and you motherf**kers don't forget it Y'all n***as wanna start some beef and I'ma finish it (Chorus) 'till fade