Game Songtext
von 40 Glocc feat. Prodigy

Hey everybody I got a great game for ya
Oh okay what′s that?
Follow me

Look officer, I don't know nothing
I′m grimy as fuck so nigga let me hold something
I'm the shit, plus I get
All my dough, something like pimps
I just wait, take intake
The game for everything I see on my plate
Ahh shit, it's that nigga again
Independent in your shit, in any event

Ladies and gents I′m paid, holding my nuts
Allay love from the block along with fifty-one states
Bitches love me, they feed me grapes
When them D′s on my ass, they keep me safe
When I ask them for brain, they give me face
Anytime any day, in any place
G-Unit pop bottles, by the case
Catch felonies until fifty by the case


We getting it though, you niggas is broke
We do what we gotta do to keep the cash flowing
You do what you gotta do to keep your lives going
But it stop, before the Glock
Yo the moral of the story is niggas get shot
Niggas die, niggas rot
Cause a lot of these niggas don't deserve what they got
But it stop, before the Glock

Hey everybody I got a great game for ya
Oh okay what′s that?
Follow me

Them Bentley coupes, ain't that much
My nigga Ave own a Porsche that cost that much
What you paid for that whip, we spent in a month
I started from the bottom, but now I′m up
Have respect for yourself and get off my nuts
Yeah that ho look good, but so the fuck what

That bitch ain't shit but a high class slut
She sucked on me, and let P fuck
Went to R. Kelly crib and let him pee on her

She really, let him pee on her
Them VVS′s, in my necklace
Princess cuts, pave settings
I get pussy for presents, I don't celebrate Christmas
I don't fuck on groupies, bitch keep your distance
Bitch kiss my feet, cause if you kiss my fingers
You′ll fuck the clarity of my diamond rings up


Get your pom-poms, I need some cheerleaders
I got my gun on me, I don′t fear niggas
Ain't no fun for us, they all scared of us
And then I′m dead any nigga put his hands on us

We getting it though, you niggas is broke
We do what we gotta do to keep the cash flowing
You do what you gotta do to keep your lives going
But it stop, before the Glock
Yo the moral of the story is niggas get shot
Niggas die, niggas rot
Cause a lot of these niggas don't deserve what they got
But it stop, before the Glock

Hey everybody I got a great game for ya
Oh okay what′s that?
Follow me

I'm ahead of my game, how the hell am I changed?
Fan base is stalling, ignoring my name
Monopolize the game, apologize man
And get the fuck on up out of my face
The coast is mine, load your nines
Them choppers will chop your ass down to size
Make a hell of a job, for homicide

Real G′s don't die, we multiply
Get hella high, and fuck Allah
I'm good with my shots, I′m a young A.I

9/11 Get fly, in the name of Allah
Suicidal idol, (Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah)
Kiss your mama and your kids, and tell them bye
If you don′t wanna see your life flash, close your eyes
Take a look at the bad guy, riding like Bin Laden
I'm good in the hood, thousand houses to honor
I only fuck with riders, I′ll cut you for dollars
And Columbian necktie you a permanent collar

And bury your body, in Guatemala

Hit the studio and do a whole song about it

We getting it though, you niggas is broke
We do what we gotta do to keep the cash flowing
You do what you gotta do to keep your lives going
But it stop, before the Glock
Yo the moral of the story is niggas get shot
Niggas die, niggas rot
Cause a lot of these niggas don't deserve what they got
But it stop, before the Glock