Tom Coyne - Games lyrics

*laughter* Man, you sure you're gettin money, B you ain't gettin a dime Y'all n***as is petty crooks, snatchin chains and pocket books Who you been wit? (Jive a**, money-go motherf**ers) In this ghetto jurisdiction, some n***as are solid, while others are Science fiction Well respected, I'm connected to the roots and the trees, me familia's Thick Flippin ki's, dangerous, stay on top of broken ank-les Kickin ghetto wit spang-les, so all places new to the game MVP's down to earth, n***as talkin 'bout ki's They gotta grab theirs first while my crew sittin Sippin Cristal, puffin spinach in my villa Money Boss n***a, bigger than your biggest coke dealer We be the outspoken, no one hoes like calibre Metal like Metallica, so co*k your Mac 11's if your wit me You ain't sellin sh** and you ain't doin sh** You k**s me, coke's is steppin stones to big cars and homes Impress me and buy a half brick o' D Uptown NY, makin MVP's (There's only three ways out, so how you wanna play?) Chorus: If it ain't real, it ain't right Grown men playing teenage games Don't gotta say no names Musicians wanna be gangstas Gangstas wanna be musicians Two sides on all positions So be what you witness My everyday, seen a pocket full of green As the sun beams on the QB and make it gleam C notes and half Amir's, break off and rubber bands Jump and touch a cla** window, blacked out, black era Is there a common wealth? Twistin up a 20 for delf If your AG's then seize my peeps with the wealth All players, big willies, big spenders and hustlers Dice game, Five-0 break it up, wanna ???? Make some moves with this crab n***a I knew he was a fake n***a Got knocks, snitched up, switched up Started turning state, caught a case And I thought court offenders make the best story sayers Money Boss Players Chorus So you's a hustler, you ain't a hustler, you's a gangsta I bet'cha, and if you had cash would I sweat'cha? You're buggin, my street dialect ain't soggin Absolute, no jive, aiyo busters start in five Don't f** with them and those cos they shallow Chocolate weed be on my breath coppin Nike Air apparell Comin thru blocks, rippin sh** up like a vandal We all can't play, some of us face sport and Kangol Roll dice, I'm nice, sippin half pints of courage I heard, sellin coke is the only way to flourish If the God ain't got it, the God ain't spendin Po' n***as still po', them n***as they livin splendid Chorus