Lyrics Gametime - $tupid Young, Pacman Da Gunman

Gametime

LowTheGreat
Mike Crook
Nigga, bang your set, 'cause you know I’ma bang mine
For the ones RIP or on the main line
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
When you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
When it’s game time
Yeah, play ball
Play ball when it’s game time, yeah
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
Hold up, it’s game time
First off, I don’t fuck with the one time
All my niggas ready to go when it’s crunch time
Wildin' out with this cannon like I’m Nick
Bullets gon' sound like it’s Drumline
Pull up on your block, nigga, with the automatic
If we catch an opp slippin', we gon' let him have it
Bullet stuck to his body like it was a magnet
Goddamn, Young, you a savage
For my niggas out there thuggin' on parole
Who stood ten toes down and never told
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets cold
We gon' pussy slap a nigga if he try to act bold
Where you from?
Yeah, nigga, better bang that
And I put that on my blue flag and A hat
Yeah, I put that on my blue flag and A hat
How many times I gotta say that?
Nigga, bang your set, 'cause you know I’ma bang mine
For the ones RIP or on the main line
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
When you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
When it’s game time
Yeah, play ball
Play ball when it’s game time, yeah
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
When it’s game time
Fuck you talking 'bout?
(What?)
Fuck you talking 'bout?
(Fuck 'em)
Yeah, his brother still a bitch, I used to mark him out
Every day after school, he took the safest route
He ain’t never understand what this banging 'bout
Nigga, when it’s game time I be on the frontline
Grippin' somethin' chunky, I ain’t never shot a baby nine
Nigga, for this block and my hood, I’ll lose it all (On 60 Crip)
Heard some niggas sellin' guns, I’ma buy 'em all
Hustlers, I don’t chat with 'em, marks, I don’t rap with 'em
Fearin' fake niggas I ain’t met that got some racks with 'em
Niggas broke and thirty somethin', still in they feelings (Why?)
Took 'em to the lake, Pacman, is you kidding?
(Hell no)
Fuck it though, I’m a Loc with these gang tats (Yeah)
I’ll die for this blue rag and S hat (True)
Fuck it though, I’m a Loc with these gang tats (What?)
It’s a killer spray if you disrespect that
Nigga, bang your set, 'cause you know I’ma bang mine
For the ones RIP or on the main line
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
When you in the field, play ball when it’s game time
When it’s game time
Yeah, play ball
Play ball when it’s game time, yeah
Throwing gang signs, no, we ain’t the same kind
When it’s game time