Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Debo The Game, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song A Day In The Life, in the genre Саундтреки
Date of issue: 16.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Major Independents
Song language: English
Debo The Game |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
Right now, every nigga out here got a problem |
My money ain’t right, nigga, I’m damn near starvin' |
'Bout to murk something for real, I’m down to my last |
Either I’m getting killed or getting my hands on some cash |
All the dues that I paid, I want back, niggas owe me |
Y’all done fucked up, turned me back to the old me |
I done lost the Hummer, the Benz, and the Rover |
The mansion I had going through a foreclosure |
See me in the hood, think I’m good, well I’m not |
Look at me wrong, I’ll put you in a wood box |
Following home whoever got the cash in here |
Fuck that star shit, I ain’t been platinum in years |
Look, I’ll let your family go, son, first thing tomorrow |
But today, I need you to make a withdrawal |
All them bullshit movies ain’t getting me paid |
Making scale for an actor, that’s minimum wage |
Sign 100 dollar bills on some autograph shit while I’m broke? |
Fuck that, I’m robbing all these bastards! |
I don’t eat? |
Nobody don’t eat no more |
I make your life Hell, you have to tip toe to the store |
Straight slap a nigga, stomp him out, no time to argue |
Spaz out and take my frustration out on you |
My moms taught me better, but her breath was wasted |
So what, you work hard for yours? |
I work hard to take it! |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
Get my money right, Sticky on that Brooklyn bullshit |
I got guns, nigga, and I’m quick to pull it |
How I go from being the illest back to being poor? |
Guess I wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer |
I ain’t got my own clothes line or none of that shit |
Only asset I own is this gun on my hip |
I never punch the clock but always have plenty of money |
My type of 9 to 5 could get you a 10 to 20 |
I ain’t graduate school, I ain’t got no degrees |
Only training that I got is what I learned in the streets |
You know, chop a nigga’s head, sell a nigga’s heat |
Do a stick up here and there, serving niggas weed |
Twelve years I carried the whole hood on my back |
Seem like they tryna write me out the book of rap |
But fuck that! |
I leave my mark across the border |
Fuck, I’ll pull a Columbine at the Source Awards |
Gon' die anyway, fuck it, make it excitin' |
This ain’t music! |
Nigga, this my life that I’m writin' |
Take away the diamonds, the money, and all of the fame |
Man to man, I’m iller than any nigga in this fucking game! |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game |
I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down |
What, who want it know? |
Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |