Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G.A.M.E, artist - Peedi Crakk
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G.A.M.E |
{Verse 1- Peedi Crakk] |
G.A.M.E, so please don’t tempt me! |
Yo that 4−5 keep holding your boy down |
Won’t leave nothing alive but everything in the ground |
And I ain’t trying to brag, but the S5 pound |
Keep shitting on her ass every time I flex round |
Now I got my moms still thinking her boy good |
I kiss her before I leave, then hit you up in the hood |
A nigga gonna bleed if Peedi don’t eat good |
And I’m G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
This one is for my hood, my gun ain’t under the hood |
It’s sitting here on my lap, my cap is under my hood |
Good! |
My aim’s good, I’m doing this like I should |
And I’m G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
See they up in the hood with Cease and Indy Loc |
L.D. |
took the scooter, he’s coming back with the smokes |
See niggas in the hood, niggas baking and niggas early! |
G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
Ayo I roll with Peedi Crakk, I drink booze with Free |
Smoke a pound with young gunner, plus I mack with Beans |
Now it’s State P, masks out Mafia gang |
And them slugs gon' stain, crack your skull and your brain |
Then sing your ass a lullaby |
Nigga more money, more problems, more murder, more homocide |
Bang Bang Mafia Gang, we let the drama ride |
G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
I’ll pop you because I’m high and paranoid |
Sometimes I feel like my niggas is Hammer Boys |
Beat you to a pulp like Suge did Danny Boy |
G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
I’ma squeeze until my clips on empty |
Empty every piece of slug all in your Bentley |
So don’t tempt me, nigga I gets busy |
G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
Well they call me B. Mack, but today I got the K |
I got the S, I got the A, I don’t think you want to play |
OK? |
My chopper clips hold a hundred copper sticks |
And I’m G.A.M.E. |
with them things on safety! |
I play the hood, usually up to no good |
Keep my vest on my chest under my S.P. hood |
I’m good! |
I’m laying low and my squad will burn them woods |
And I’m G.A.M.E. |
so please don’t tempt me! |
It ain’t no thing for me to swing around your block |
With them machines that go ROCK |
Get off the scene before the cops |
Ain’t nobody seen squat |
All they did was heard the shots |
And I’m G.O.O.D. |
like you don’t know me! |
Or know where I stand on ya |
Grown man on ya |
A hundred shot can on ya |
Playing block, blam on ya (blow!) |
And blast the steel all greasy on you |
It ain’t shit to lay a half a mil easy on you |
You want a blockbuster? |
I’m up the block busters |
State Prop fucker, I know you cocksucker |
Cocksucker I see the bitch all in your face |
I’m G.A.M.E. |
to piss all in your face! |
Well they call me Young Gunner but today I’m Mr. Chris |
Got the 357 with the speed 30 kick, you’re hit |
My three fifth make you niggas shit and piss |
I’m with the D.A.N.G. |
G.A.N.G. |
(yeah!) |
My boy Sig and Mafia boy Cease (Cease) |
And Peedi gonna bring the Property more cheese (please!) |
Who gonna stop it, then drop it, and say bet |
And I’m G.A.M.E. |
you P.E.S.T |
Peedi in check, Sigel in check |
Sigel got that eagle, Cease-A-Leo got them techs |
I know Freewizzle got his thizzle in his vest |
And we G.A.M.E. |
we can B.A.N.G.(now!) |
Y’all ain’t a threat, y’all niggas is our pets |
You mutts go in the bars, y’all younguns go play fetch |
(Say What!) I play the (?) throw something all in your chest |
You gon' R.E.S.P.E.C.T. |
me, now! |