The Game - Wanna Play (Rough?) lyrics

[Verse One:] Yo, the Lord is my shepard The sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son Cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun Before they choose an education But once dead their ain't no awakenin' So like once said, life ain't for fakin Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? f** waitin' Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation Everything in position, they'd rather be f**in' wit' Satan When I aim I ain't missin', master of a**asination' I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth Is this the truth? This is what we do, sip a brew Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' [Hook:] Okay, you wanna play rough?! (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) Okay yo, we could play rough! [Verse 2:] Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? Who these n***as tryin' to hide in their truck I ain't order cable, why in the f** these n***as Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? But I ain't do sh**, could it be that n***as thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop sh** P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips Put these n***as in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is Pull the strap from under the seat Back up in the street Watch these n***as thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep Take off my shoes, barefoot n***a poppin' my heat Empty every shell in their direction Its you, I should've guessed it! Same n***as that I was connected wit', I know sent you Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said Shut-up n***a! knocked him in his head with chrome Never thought I'd be in his home With his wife taped up for my n***as to bone f**in' with me, you should've known I'll have 'em write "stupid n***a" on your tombstone What money can do, get you hit for less than a G For threatenin' me I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free k**in' you n***as with nothin' Left him dead, engine runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' Look at your Woman, an*l ripped out, its your fault They gang banged your b**h out in your face and you saw it But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live sh** like that, incase a n***a wanna strike back I'll be right up in his a** to blow 'em out with the Mac n***as treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react Eye for an eye, cause the sweetest part is payback Somebody kncokin', who dat? "a cop man", let him in And give that mothaf**a one under the chin Can't believe this n***a down with the Feds! The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead Dont explain, I put the pound on his head Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said...... Okay, so we gonna play rough! [Hook:]