If love is a game, it has to be the hardest game in the world. After all, how can anyone win a game where there are no rules?


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(Jay!) **** that
(This is it right here baby!)
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all *****z tryin to glance at the 'Kiss
Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin the mean, lightin the green
I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
*****z throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
**** what you ask me - you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good *****, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
and you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo
Yo when my gun bust, send *****z to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of ***** gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains
I got *****z my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go **** with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don't **** with shoes
And for my *****'s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me **********in leave you with some **** in yo' spine
**** with me you be a WAS *****, ***** WAS dope
***** WAS gettin money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop **** cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all *****z is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a *****, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked ***** goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all *****z eager to die?
I tell all my *****z ride, you won't leave with a dime
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto *****, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, *****es among us
Tryin not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now *****es notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead *****, the Reaper done came
I suggest *****z stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
*****z is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
***** flows like none other - I'm the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Y'all *****z bout to witness a dynasty like no other
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
*****z wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin games again
So now what I do? Start namin names again (WHAT!)
All you ************s know, that I speak from the heart (UH!)
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more *****z
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four *****z (AIGHT!)
Y'all *****z, best to stop playin, it'll be the ones you forgotten about
that'll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!)
Got my dogs covered (UH!)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (WHAT!)
"It's Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!)
Get him boy - let him loose (C'MON!)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'MON!)