Outsidaz - Done in the Game (a cappella) lyrics

[Young Zee] [Talking] Yeah... it's just part of the game... Know what I'm sayin'?... Runnin' trains on these hoes... Check me out now... [Young Zee] Girls, I got 'em locked like Casanova Rudd After I f** they'll need a bath to soak the blood These young girls think they can screw? I'm laughin' at 'em I get in back and rag 'em; I use a whole pack of Magnums My n***as get knocked for havin' on the vest blastin' Court-type sh**; your crew do time for trespa**in' Yo, see Dee? n***as might feel [?] The video better look like Hype Williams filmed it I hit the Internet to find out where to get a tec And a pack of Dip cigarettes so tell me where to send a check b**h, your sh** is drippin' sweat off my silhouette Screamin' 'til you get it wet and I ain't even hit it yet I'm failin' all my piss tests Smokin' with these hoes with them big, big breasts Uhh, uhh... so don't be ashamed Let my man f**, we'll be runnin' a train' [Chorus] [Axe] Yo, if a n***a act up he get one in the brain [Zee] That's the type sh** that get done in the game [Axe] She let one of us f**, man, we runnin' a train' [Zee] That's the type sh** that get done in the game [Axe] See, the O-U-Tz, we gon' come with the pain [Zee] That's the type sh** that get done in the game [Axe] Yo, we bring the f**in' noise like the thunder and rain [Zee] That's the type sh** that get done in the game [Axe] Axe, you can tell he's nice Want enough dough to get my celly iced; Tote guns bigger than Kelly Price Droppin' mad bombs f** safety, keep the gat on; .44 Taurus in my Phat Farm s**er, please, it's the O-U - f**in' -Ts They back puffin' trees' got your girl puffin' these Fool, be strapped, no way you can do me, black Let the tooley clap, put one in your bourgeois hat Put your brains in your dooley lap Like Air Max, I'm everywhere you be at, settin' b**by traps Holy sh**! Axe the black Moby Dick! Yo, he's sick! Walk out the door, he get, "Blow me, b**h!" f** around, my crew might base You should quit this and go back to school like Ma$e 'Cause at rap you s**, I'll have to clap you ducks Make the coroner wrap you up, ask two nuts [Chorus] [Hook: Pace Won] Nobody run game like these Brick City n***as We shuttin' down your spot; we takin' what you got Yo, can't nobody set it off like them Brick City n***as We bustin' at the cops; police on the block Yo, don't nobody hold it down like them Brick City n***as We shuttin' down your spot; we takin' what you got Yo, don't nobody bring the ruck' like them Brick City n***as We bustin' at the cops; police on the block [Young Zee] We could be together if you just listen and be strong First you gotta f** D.U. then you gotta f** P-Long Cops better rappin'? That's like God and the Devil bein' friends again That could never happen I snap out, not even police chief can stop me I be stompin' n***as' teeth with my beef and broccoli Your whole tape run game Your girl want bang, your whole clique run trains [Chorus]