Lyrics:
foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
foreigners' brains
That's if they get close enough, most of em just push buttons
Playing video games with other lives that don't mean nothin to them
But if
cause your
Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names
I'll run away
I'll mix in with the foreigners
I'll come back when the horizon clears
[Cam'ron]
This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's
The way the game goes
That's
want a fan in your face
When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (band)
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (yeah)
Some folks
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
Somewhere buried in euphoria
This foreigner's afoot
Drifting deep inside this energy
Penning melodies hooks
Hell I disembowel enemies heaven I
Umm umm ummm
Introducing Real Rap
Real swag, real game!
Zoobands! YG Showoff!
Hey bitch I came into the rap game Pushing my I own
I gives a fuck what
see hate in ya eyes
You waitin' to die
I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives
Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
What the hella are we
We just some mfkn victims
Stay low key
Nah we aint never be trippin
No games homie got that fire when We spittin
Never stay
know you don't got time for the games uhn
But I been surprised by your ways
And you like by how I touch your thighs and grip your wasist
Wanna say you
Go head homie, Go head homie
Go head homie, Go head homie
Go head homie, Go head homie
Go head homie, Go head homie
You got the muthafuckin game
me never see never be finesse
Playing with our minds and our lives like a game of chess
They will always give them the most and will always give you
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
can't get none of that my
Head stay sinking
Am on that slow motion shit
Always got me thinking
Haha mo wa ninu studio
Cool B kulio Sosick lo se beat e
Ma
himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face, so now
their game
The world's never gonna learn
To live in peace and to let the colours swirl
Why do they have to reminisce
The nazism that passed by and make
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
aye aye aye)
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin' ya lives
Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin'
The scrapes off the side
You can love it
Don't call the CPS
I'm on my GPS
Find my way up to the top
Gave CPR to the game
Cuz I thought it was dead
Don't let this get to your head
I'll reside
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
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