Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GameOver, artist - McFeeAlbum song Therapy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Loose Canon Playaz
Song language: English
GameOver |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over (Over, over, over, over, over) |
Fearless fuckin' lyricists (Fuckin' lyricists) |
It’s hoppin' off another muthafucka it’s nothing |
'Cause I’m a killa with the milla, never the wack when I’m bussin' |
I’m makin a killa for reala, getting a nigga yapping and cussing |
About the mill' that be filling my pockets up when he wasn’t |
Never trip on no gilla, get niggas be huffin' and puffin' |
'Bout the way I be sayin' I’m super soft as a muffin |
Man I gotta be fuckin' a couple of Mitch Bade niggas |
Trying to get what I’m making, I’m fuckin' buckin' and they duckin' |
Steady breaking the law, making 'em all |
Come and get me, never takin' the fall |
Shaking 'em off with the lipiness I really get off on it |
Look at the way I spit it, I’m wicked, the biggest nigga to rivet the quickness |
Better never get on my hit list, I flip shit |
Makin' everybody addicted, ballistic, takin' the level up |
You don’t dig it you missed it |
Lovin' to see you agging a nigga sadistic |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
Bottles poppin' |
(Fearless fuckin' lyricists) |
The game’s over |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
I put my life into this, I got nothing else |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
I kill or be the killer, fulfilling a bigger minute |
On a mission I be driven to be ripping it until I win it |
Steady dreaming I’m Feeling the living restriction |
That’s why I’m dishing out assistance vocal claim your a prisoner |
Free my mind, catch your mind, no more lies at our side |
No motherfuckers gonna tell me how to run my life |
Will I be bussin' on these motherfuckers? |
killing every mic |
Spitting like a virgin with the pussy sewn up (That's tight!) |
Going at it and I’m madder without her |
Well I’ll be slaughtering a product it gets so up in a sauna |
Shot a pop off like a chopper so far that they cannot top her |
Well I’m walking on the walking they just talking how they wanna |
But they running for this hopping and this mannequins git her while I be |
walking on the top before |
Instead I’ll fuck it like a motherfucker, mad at their mother |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
Bottles poppin' |
(Fearless fuckin' lyricists) |
The game’s over |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
I put my life into this, I got nothing else |
The game’s over, the game-the game’s over, bitch |
In the midst of a war, fuck with N9na your gonna get your dick to the floor |
When I’m comin' takin' every bitch and a whore, on a mission to score |
Playa-haters wanna hitch when I roar, Arrgh |
Tecca N9na the beast, unleashed, I’ma feast |
'Til they all is deceased, to say the least |
I’m a terrorist threat, sever is next |
The deeper the cut, the bloody the better it gets |
I’m the master with the quick I’m a smash ya |
Ain’t livin' after Tech is giving disaster |
Back up nigga, I get to gas in ya ass |
Never pass the rap to put the gats on to mash ya |
You know when I get it on |
Missouri and Canada niggas always in the zone |
You fuckin' with N9na, because he’s sick up in the doors |
I did it incredible in a song and I’m gone |
You not alive, you live afraid a death |
Till I die I’ll be killin' every breath |
Feelin' high like I’m chillin' on the meth |
But I’m really legitimate in being the best, just like The Alchemist |
And I’ma master this |
Id rather die than live life passionless |
So I’m itchin' like an addict it’s static until I’m manic |
Nothing happens automatic gotta grab it to habit |
Come by to cab it’s dramatic |
When beggin' all the wacky rappers spitting static from a pallet erratic but |
full of matter |
Livin' emetic as ever, we takin' nothing for granted when they can jack it |
Pneumatic no matter you came into heaven |
That’s why attached is to have when they fancy your status |
While you live in the moment and let it pester the pest |
First spitting volcanic and flashing rappers to ashes |
have another chance to make you go at it |
The baddest rapper to |
Is attacking always gripping nomadic, immaculate can have it kill a matic |
vanaticly I’m a hacking the planet were always |
Getting traumatic psychopath with a hammer |