Rick Ross - Game Over lyrics

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Rick Ross - Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Breed] White bricks in a white whip It's just a pot til you mixin' all that white sh** Where the work, watch the youngin' make the white whip Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip I could sell it wholesale what a idea In Dade County ain't a dope charge that i appeal Same head bussas with them rusty choppas Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars They want to see my picture on a T-shirt All the sticks good just makin' sure the D's work All my enemies I like to keep 'em close It's a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat I'm where the dope boys from You gotta keep some coke I rolled fresh up out the slums i need to see the soap Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho Haters never straight until I let these rounds go Another 211 in the projects Keep a strap, this where all the n***as rob at ? come to the trap like where the bomb at? I'm still sh**tin' on these n***as Where the john at? [Hook: Rick Ross] Baking soda in my Range Rover I'm takin' over n***a, game over (x7) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] f** the state penn, I'm f**in' hoes at Penn State In the Bentley bumpin best of Biggie mixtape n***as at me like I'm 2Pac at a Vegas lobby Money bags on your a** and you can pay the price I'm in your city and i want to make it right For that lil check hit you in your pair of Nikes End of conversation, n***a came and end your life I'm talkin' compensation with a brick of white I'm sellin' records n***a but I'm livin' trife I'm number one lookin' like I did it twice I got them shooters n***a that'll dim yo lights Midnight in overtime and n***as shootin' dice Four, five, six n***a Don't you open my brick n***a Them haters screamin' my name ain't they? They want to take a n***a chain ain't they? But that gon' be a f**in' problem ain't it? Bus' 'em like a bottle ain't it? All I got is real n***as I'm talkin' 'bout real k**as Baking soda in my Range Rover I'm takin' over n***a, game over You snortin' coke where you snort mine This fast money, f** father time Big guns for that big talk Take a n***a car and make a b**h walk My AK always was my father figure I barely knew my father n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] M's, Double M's I'm entitled to a hundred M's Hit a lick and I'm stickin' dick in my women friends Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch Watch for the scavengers scratchin' them snitches got an inch I can take a slight trip with a white b**h Whip full of white girl in a white whip Ice, ever had to take a n***a life Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife I know the feelin' with k**in my n***as made a k**in' So f** the dealin with murder they really handle business n***as losin' that's a switchin' in my opposition So who you choosin' b**h? I hope you choosin' the f**in' winner I heard them same p**y n***as snitches This sh** you talk 'bout with them b**hes Turn you to a witness (ridiculous) They can't be me because we keep it different We who you see on yo TV and that's a major difference Skrrrt [Hook]