Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Early in the Game, artist - Naam BrigadeDate of issue: 11.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Early in the Game |
| Uh oh! |
| Uh oh! |
| Another one! |
| Uh oh! |
| Uh oh! |
| Another one! |
| Make Free and I’ll fuck you up, you up! |
| I’m with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys |
| you better, arm your boys |
| I snatch don’t go and get paid |
| I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos |
| Bring 'em home for toys |
| Mami bitch roll on my woods |
| If you can’t roll through the hood |
| Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low |
| Go peep Rambo, on five-eight |
| and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray |
| My dough, my flow heavyweight |
| hit stages, rock mics pull dykes |
| Every state--wait, can’t forget where I’m from |
| Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes |
| Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?) |
| Another one (bites the dust) |
| Don’t make Freeway fuck you up! |
| Shoot up your way! |
| We got the streets on smash |
| Clubs on smash; |
| chicks we gon’smash (early in the game) |
| And we got flows, who want drama? |
| We got gats leave bullet holes in cats |
| We got the charts on smash |
| and yo’click trashed; |
| act up and get smashed (early in the game) |
| And we got hoes, who’s your sister? |
| We got caps leave chickens with pecks |
| Chicks the ing bars to minimum |
| Niggas see me start trembelin |
| Head shots I’m sendin them |
| Serve niggas like Wimbeldon |
| I’m thug got you feminene |
| I tuck more shit than Eminem |
| Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland |
| Niggas see me say thats him again |
| He all about them benjamins |
| Tried to change my ways but God know I’m gon’sin again |
| Smokin drinkin gin again |
| Bad bitches, got ten of them |
| Cop two trucks got ten in them |
| Cop coke off Dominican |
| Blaze my mac 10 again |
| Hot lead I put it into them |
| Blood rush my adrenaline |
| Ain’t tryin to see the bin again |
| Killin all y’all men and them |
| To hell is where I’m sendin them |
| Caskets is what I’m endin them |
| Forever they gon’live in them |
| Any nigga thats scared of em or any fuckin friend of them |
| I send your ass to visit him |
| Dressed in that suit and lizards skins |
| Now look at all this shit you in You know you wadn’t fit to win |
| M-Dot, who hot? |
| You know I come to get it in If that block used to get paper |
| Then throw that work on it Broady your flow ain’t shit |
| You need to work on it Fat asses hit em hard from the back |
| It hurt don’t it? |
| And that nigga got what in the stash? |
| Went right on it Playa that money talk |
| Gats’ll make 'em sumersault, like gymnastics |
| When the mac spit, you’ll lay in caskets |
| Y’all only hot for a minute |
| We makin classics, got mad clips |
| and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic |
| I’m a thug, raised around drugs and niggas who ain’t never have shit |
| Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon’crash it 1:45 roll in with somethin early |
| that go in smashin 'em |
| We don’t keep hammers for nothin |
| We gon’be blastin 'em |
| You know that slogan |
| True playa from the Himilyah |
| Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her |
| Names is ringin, niggas is singin |
| Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season |
| — repeat 2X |