Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Game , by - GeloRelease date: 05.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Game |
| Still remember how I rolled for you nigga, took your life in my hand |
| When you was down and out and feeling like you half of a man |
| Couldn’t stand your own reflection, imperfections of being |
| Spent the night with the pipe, smoking down to the pain |
| Plenty thoughts in the dome about taking you on |
| Already lost a baby mom, the job and the home |
| Knowing I can’t work no miracles but thinking I’d try |
| Cuz I done watch you lose it all in the blink of an eye |
| You drink and you die, you smoke and you breathe |
| You can’t believe how your ass went broke over coke and weed |
| A GB rolling with you, get you rehabilitated |
| Fat steaks, lifting weights is all it takes and you can make it |
| Hate it that you’re hooked, but look you gots to make it through |
| And regardless of where withdraws is taking you |
| Breaking you down, don’t come around that often |
| Guess there’s nothing out there stopping when you chasing a coffin |
| Shit |
| Friends come, friends go |
| It’s a dirty game |
| Win some, lose more |
| It’s a damn shame |
| If you’re rich or you’re poor |
| It’s still the same |
| One day you’ll know |
| That people change |
| I done put my life back to back through many attacks |
| Shooting this craps, snatching them sacks |
| Used to pack the same heater when we banged on the blocks |
| Had the same ass dope that we slanged in the socks |
| Can’t stop, the money’s too good but the hood’s too hot |
| Stayed busy trying to make a could out of could not |
| Would not have played you out for nothing up in the world |
| Found out you’re running your mouth to my little baby girl |
| How it took me by suprise, realise that you’re a traitor |
| Double agent on the inside, the worst kind of hater |
| But I’m greater than you’ll ever be, that’s why they come back telling me |
| How they seen you a couple days and all the ways you was selling me |
| Girls names, phonenumbers, who I’m hitting on the under |
| Wondering why my homey wanna ever play me phony |
| But fuck them and fuck you, everybody in your crew |
| I gots to do what I gots to do, fuck what you’re going through |
| That’s why I roll alone, can’t trust no one |
| Watch my back day to day cuz these streets no fun |
| You never can tell a shiesty individual |
| This is real from the note of a criminal |
| Cuz they’re the ones that smoke blunts with ya |
| See the picture, now they wanna grab the guns and come and hit ya |
| Or better yet when you make it real big |
| Fake fools come around from the days of kids |
| Plus I can see it inside your face |
| You at the wrong time plus the wrong place, gun in ya face |
| Shoot up the place no matter what the race |
| In these streets we keep it live like an LA car chase |
| Phat Bandit pulling cards with the homey Gelo |
| Down to die, staying high like the Hills of Chino |
| All for the money, all for the fame |
| All against the rules for life cuz it’s a dirty game |