| It’s so hard to survive in this world of pain
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| I feel like I’m goin’crazy so I’ma shell my brain
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| My niggaz out here droppin’off over rocks and thangs
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| Mama never told me life was such a dirty game
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| I hold my glock to my chest, yes my steel is cold
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| I pray to God to come to rescue me and save my soul
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| I reminisce on my past life
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| Ever since I was a young shorty I didn’t act right
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| Live for the street life
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| Yellin', «What it be like?»
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| Nigga we Folks
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| Money makin’hustlaz from the Westside and it shows
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| In these past years, shit it’s been a hell of 25
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| Back in '91, I didn’t even think I’d be alive
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| I was sellin’jewelry to rocks, and rocks to weed
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| Off at the comfort zone G with a fifth of T’s and B’s
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| Ready to do whatever, young with a pocket full of cheddar
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| No thoughts of stackin’just ballin', picture me fallin’nigga never
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| In this lifetime
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| But I had to grieve for awhile
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| Cause a nigga fell off hard but I got my ass back on the grind
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| And hit the streets like a mad man, goin’against the grain
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| With dried tears on my face from the pain of this dirty game
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| Fresh out the pen and can’t maintain
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| Wanna go and hit the block, be on the same thang
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| Tryin’to serve some cain up in this dirty game
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| Cause you did a lil’bit, think ain’t shit changed
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| You wrong boy, these shorties out here misled
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| You fuck around and catch a bullet in yo forehead
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| Ya heard me?
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| This ain’t the 80's where you get a nickel sack and a hoodrat
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| A 40-ounce of Red Bull and blow yo wig back
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| Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G
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| Where the toughest muthafucka get left 6-feet deep
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| So don’t sleep, cause the scariest nigga’ll pull the trigga
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| Put 2 in 300 pounds, so that makes you a killa
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| Oh really, could you be that silly
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| To think you gon’take over a block where I be ?? |
| nigga forget it Don’t make me have to blow yo brains
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| In this fucked up world, this fucked up life, this fucked up game
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| Hey nug, for some reason at night I can’t sleep
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| When I lay down, I keep tossin’and turnin'
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| There’s somethin’wrong but I don’t know what’s wrong with me Eyes burnin'
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| Cause sometimes I burst into tears when ain’t nobody home with me Stress from thoughts of survival just rushed my dome quickly
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| Y’all better come on get me Cause I bout to do somethin’so muthafuckin’drastic
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| Instead of writin’essays like grabbin’SK’s
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| With one of the best ways that I know to feed my family
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| Cause y’all ain’t foolin’me
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| Y’all people plannin’a way for my people to read my eulogy
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| I see what y’all bogus ass doin', y’all plannin’on hurtin’me
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| Used to be crucifyin’or burnin’me
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| Now you eliminatin’paper currency
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| Terrorizin’with technology
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| And that Y2K shit, I don’t know why you play with the chosen guys
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| The wool ain’t no longer pulled over my eyes
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| Gots to get some scratch and I gotta get it soon
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| We about to be doomed
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| Do somethin’for the kids before I go to my tomb
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| Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon’change
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| Tryin’to check mine, cause all of it on y’all I can’t blame
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| Maintain, it’s a strange game
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| At times you gotta throw blows for the gold
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| It’s a long road, some of us do shit despite losin’our soul
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| Got cold flows but it’s strange, I still can’t get no change
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| Bout to be insane
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| Tryin’to pay the bills but still straight causin’pain
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| It’s a dirty game
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| Dirty — dirty — dirty game
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| Dirty game
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| Such a dirty game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DIrty Game , by - Speed Knot MobstazSong from the album Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп