| Yeah, ah
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| Ah-oh, startin' to feel this
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| Ah, yeah, startin' to feel it (nigga, this crazy)
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| Yo, who these cats think they is
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| Takin' they business 'round here?
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| Yo, dawg, don’t even go there
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| This is ours, we built this from the ground on up
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| Now it’s flowers, I think you best to round on up
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| Your entourage, slim chance of y’all gettin' large
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| It’s non-cipher, that’s because B R’s in charge of the set here
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| Cats is known for gettin' wet here, and left here
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| Till the cops come pick us up
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| Steppin' in territory that’s corrupt
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| Pushin' your luck
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| Intrudin' where shit’s already sewed up, nigga fold up
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| You and your two amigos’ll get slain
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| This ain’t the place to try to gain fame from
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| You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make
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| And I’ll be damned if I let another brother take it alive for his own sake
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| They better vacate promptly
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| Before they get they ass stomped
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| Listen, take heed to what we sayin' niggas
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| It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)
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| It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)
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| If you don’t have the muscle (muscle game)
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| And you gotta have muscle (muscle game) (We lay down the muscle game)
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| You see, in this game, only the strong will survive, and the weak shall pass
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| See, a lot of cats think with they brawn, not with they brain. |
| Ha
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| C’mon, man. |
| Fuck with me, I’ll drop a million dollars on your head
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| Erase you and your whole family. |
| Beeyatch. |
| Come on. |
| Now that’s muscle
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| We won’t lie, sometimes we stick 'em up
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| Last time it wasn’t us, though, word
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| Like some hoes did 'em up
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| And nine Glocks hit 'em up
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| How I know it was your dough?
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| Cuz I was right there when they split it up
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| See I could tell you where to find the corpse
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| But that cheddar, I’m afraid, dawg, that’s gone forever
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| Greed for wealth got us stingy
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| We got a spot that’s hot, niggas envy
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| The fact we clock mad dough
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| They wanna see us shut down, but no
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| I don’t think so, the crew is still rakin' in the cash flow
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| For every dimebag sold on this block, we want in
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| One slung behind the back, it’s under the skin
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| When niggas try to step to the block and bogard
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| We can’t see it happenin', warned them first, «Get the fuck out of Dodge»
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| Better believe that, test it, and see if we don’t put you on your back, niggas
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| It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)
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| And you gotta have muscle (muscle game)
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| If you don’t have the muscle (muscle game)
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| And you gotta have muscle (It's all in the muscle game. We lay down the muscle
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| game)
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| See, talk is cheap, but Bad Boys move in silence. |
| You ain’t even gon' hear me
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| comin'. |
| Ha ha. |
| You just gonna wake up with a bunch of angels flyin' around your
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| head. |
| You feel me? |
| You’re dealin' with another type of muscle
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| Now bein' that it’s all out war
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| I’m bringin more than that 4−4 (Come on, take that, take that, take that,
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| take that)
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| Watch me dispose of all y’all
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| Y’all fraud-ass niggas, tape-made-me-bored-ass niggas
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| Gun-bigger-than-sword-ass niggas
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| Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns
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| Two at a time, comin' for mine like it’s on, nigga, CBS
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| He can’t be serious, Finesse
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| He don’t believe I keep a gun under the vest
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| You think you can destroy this empire we built from scratch, you’re stupid
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| I wouldn’t care how ruthless your crew is
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| We got defense for this area
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| Try to attack, mad niggas on the barriers
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| Just dyin' to blast back, bitch
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| There’ll be no givin' and no takin', definitely no breakin'
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| Laws we lay down, here’s the situation:
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| Severe torture is what those who offend us face
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| I show no love for a punk-ass nigga we hate
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| Tryin' to pay me no brow and then come up missin'?
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| Happens to hardheaded niggas when they don’t listen
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| I gave you fair warnin' bout the danger you’re messin' with
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| A stranger invadin' a street corner is a goner
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| Try me if you think it’s a lie, the attitude many niggas have
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| But in the process many die
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| Thinkin' they can step to the block and bogard
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| I couldn’t see it happenin', warned 'em first, «Get the fuck outta Dodge»
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| («Get the fuck outta Dodge»)
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| And you gotta have muscle
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| And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)
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| If you don’t have the muscle
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| And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)
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| This is our game right here. |
| We ain’t playin' with you weak niggas.
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| Come on, now. |
| I been doin' this for too long, man. |
| If you ain’t got the muscle,
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| better have that hustle. |
| It’s 1999. No more mister nice guy. |
| I’ve been nice
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| too long. |
| I’m just gon' start makin' y’all niggas disappear, man.
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| First, I’m gonna take your records off the radio, then I’m gon' motherfuckin'
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| erase your social security number, you know, take your birth certificate out of
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| the file. |
| I’m gonna do that to your whole fucking family, I ain’t gonna have no
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| mercy for you. |
| You understand? |
| Come on, mister nice guy. |
| If you ain’t got the
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| muscle, you’d better have the hustle, or keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut,
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| beeyatch
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| If you don’t have the muscle
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| And you gotta have muscle |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muscle Game, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп