Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Ending Game, artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Never Ending Game |
| Check this out playas |
| All y’all gangster niggas |
| Y’all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) |
| I’m a let y’all know something (welcome to the dope game) |
| Something that’ll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers |
| Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here |
| We live an eye for an eye |
| You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners |
| And you dead ain’t no love on my spot |
| Me and my partners pushing rocks |
| Got them 17 round Glocks at your ass spitting like loogies |
| We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi |
| But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death |
| Goddamn thinking «the fuck?», it could be me |
| My little homie on the ground crying |
| I’m thinking I’m gone, Oh my lord |
| My little homie gon be dying (ripped his heart out) |
| He never had a chance to see his life glow |
| And he never had a chance to see his wife bro |
| And his little kid is only 8 |
| It ain’t about me or you motherfucker |
| You gone peep defeat off the tree |
| Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets |
| And you never heard of, another nigga with a Glock G |
| I’m thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one |
| Send him to the moon |
| Ain’t no rocket ship bitch, it’s the temple of doom |
| I mean the ghetto, cause it’s wicked |
| Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken |
| But never even seen a bird |
| They die for that cain and that weed and they water |
| And they to fucking high, to see the enemy |
| Niggas that pretend to be, fools don’t come close to me |
| Your best friend will kill you |
| I’m from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects |
| Where they peel your caps like bananas |
| Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners |
| But they can’t stop the murders |
| Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers |
| Cause everybody study capping in this |
| Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying |
| But y’all niggas ain’t realizing that the hood is murder |
| Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder |
| Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan |
| You’d better pack a piece nigga |
| And welcome to the never ending game |
| The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game |
| Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets |
| Cause the ghetto ain’t no joke |
| Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked |
| Welcome to the never ending game |
| Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets |
| And the ghetto ain’t no joke |
| Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked |
| And momma pray it ain’t me |
| But I’m addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese |
| I be making mail like the mailman |
| This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream) |
| Through the hood of the projects |
| Its fiends walking up for bubble ups |
| You think I’m bout to reject |
| When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga |
| I ain’t living like no dummy |
| If I die, I ain’t scared to die, but don’t ask me why |
| Will I retire and give it up realize |
| Thats this my only mission of money |
| But y’all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny |
| But I got to feed the family |
| Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G |
| And I have to hurt shit |
| Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work |
| Lay him down, and punch in your time card |
| Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord |
| So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous) |
| Don’t give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit |
| Off the rack, ain’t no trap |
| Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats |
| Through the projects and walky-talkies |
| Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark |
| Like dogs, watch a nigga hard |
| And I be slanging dope like I’m getting paid like Lou Rollins |
| And the white folks can’t stop this |
| And the Taz can’t stop this nigga, cause I’m in the hood slanging rocks |
| Getting paid cause I’m major |
| And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager |
| And give 4 G’s to my sons and kill my enemies |
| Y’all can’t stop a nigga P, even if I’m dead G |
| And when I go out, I’m going out with a bang |
| So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game |