Mac Dre - All it Takes lyrics

[Hook 2x] A little bit of game is all it takes A little bit of game goes a long, long way [Verse 1] Cuddie I don't sleep much, cause when I close my eyes I hear cries from my partners who lost they lives Visions of bloody brutality's reality Got to stay focused and hope it don't affect my salary Them calories, they keep my pockets fat, I got to stack a grip Try not to trip, and keep them gold diggers off my dick I'm getting' sick cause I drink 24-7 The way I'm living' now, if I die, there's no heaven Got to help my partner's in the pen cause they living broke This ain't no joke, on parole and I can't smoke No sticky indo, roll down the window Cause if I breathe the tac is back light like Nintendo Got to play the game like a professional If you ain't having money I got to let you go I need to let you know the rules before you infiltrate Rule number one partner, never should you pimpatrate I spit this pimping straight - uncut, no additives Just nouns and adjectives, how mad you get don't matter b**h I'm a player, so I serve the game Maintain, campaign, and have thangs [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] Back in '92 I was drowned in them big cases But now it's '97 and I'm counting them big faces I switched places with them sardines and squares The tiger prawns, fillet mignon, and garlic bread A hard head, big heart, and gorilla nuts Got me mobbing' thru the bay like I don't give a f** I'm whipped, equipped, and stay dipped in bu*ter sauce Peel if she's real, no skrill, I cut her off Cause fine a** b**hes with the empty bank books Is worse than them ugly muthaf**as who can't cook My game cooked for five years in the feds Now it's time for these game hungry n***as to get fed I get bread, so them s**ers down me Smile in my face but clown me when they not around me Talk down on my every move, but I couldn't give a damn Playas do what they want, and s**ers do what they can [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] 7-5-70, my D-O-B And I've been breaking' hoes since '83 Money makers manual, handle my business discreetly Don't give my home phone number out, beep me Cause ain't no telling' who be telling', or who they tell And plus I heard that they be selling' kinfolk the yayo Boy get your mail, don't act like your little sister If you lacking' in this macking boy, I bet you fist her Get some get right as I come tight to this doo doo dumb Track, that cat k-lou, knew how to come With mac dre, that 3 c veteran More game than march madness, and dope as Excedrin Hit big licks, wouldn't pull no small capers I'm a be a dog and stay up like wall paper Look at these broke b**hes like they stank Collect my bank and stay sharp as a shank [Hook]