Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Krossed, artist - Mr. Shadow. Album song Pit Bossing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.01.2020
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Game Krossed |
| *Talkin* |
| Ay Dreamer you got your tape? |
| *Talkin* |
| Let’s do this shit |
| *Talkin* |
| Snapper you got the guage |
| *Talkin* |
| Capone-E, let’s ride da de da da |
| Do you wanna mob wit Gs |
| SouthSide Academy |
| I’m from the Academy of Hard Knocks |
| Felons wit Glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them cops |
| Pop, my mothafuckin heater, for concussion |
| Destruction, the beginin sequel of Criminals |
| On war paths, aftermath, combat, platinum tracks, fuck rap rat-ta-tat-tat |
| Always strappin like that, so back the fuck up cause Capone’s gonna bust |
| Locked up like a G, fuck my enemies |
| Straight parole from the streets |
| Fuck you, and fuck peace |
| I got my soldiers at ease, from the SurSide Academy |
| You’re gonna get what you’re gonna get |
| Mothafucka you got nothin to gain |
| You can’t fuck wit these same Gangsta Bergade |
| Now tel mel, who’s your mothafuckin problem |
| Straight gangsta mobbin, SouthSide |
| Do you wanna mob wit Gs |
| SouthSide Academy |
| I’m another SouthSide Academist, pharmacist, graduate |
| World’s most dangerous, Hi-jack you like a terrorist |
| Yeah, keep you hostage for ransom |
| And if you wanna act up I’ll do you like Manson |
| Charles, with no fuckin morals |
| Leave your tongue on your lap straight chrippin like a squirell |
| Now your heart starts to clout |
| Lil Dreamer mothafucka and we don’t stop |
| Ha ha ha, and the saga continues |
| Servin ya platinum so check your menus |
| Sent you, a weed note with a threat |
| Negelect, reject this note, post up and get wet |
| Follow me, follow me, follow me to the depths of hell |
| Bailin out, killin devils, burnin down church bells |
| In jails, all correctional facilities |
| Mr. Capone-E a graduate from the Academy |
| Do you wanna mob wit Gs |
| SouthSide Academy |
| *Talkin* |
| Now tell me, who wants some SGV shit |
| The sickest, realest group, Americaz most wanted convicted outlaws |
| What’s up Snapper |
| Let me tell you, we take no bull shit |
| Bring a posse, can’t fuck wit my gangsta poparatzi |
| We keep bustin straight convict kamakazi |
| Through your hood, get your strap, get your bat |
| Mothafuckas get your gat |
| It’s like that, G’s like us run up in pad |
| It’s the town wit the most Gs |
| Look here leva, you can’t school me |
| Or the homie, Capone-E |
| Still in the game, no shame |
| The same, derange, dementaly sick |
| We don’t give a shit bitch |
| Got shotgun and we pop em |
| And if you cross our path it get’s jacked |
| This war path, matter last, born or bash |
| Outkast, 1st class, whip lash, blood bath |
| And that’s that, so Lil Dreamer homeboy |
| Tell em where you at |
| I’m in a habitat of a G |
| Straight packin a heat |
| Puttin it down straight on the concrete |
| SGV style, never smile, ghetto child |
| Lil D, fuck my enemies, SouthSide Academy |
| Reality hits, when we drop this shit |
| SouthSide Connection straight platinum hit |
| Now dip mothafucka, and I’ll see you in a casket |
| Just another scandleous gangsta from the Academist |
| Do you wanna mob wit Gs |
| SouthSide Academy |