Return
of the
Reagan ever,
Rebel flamethrower,
Champagne rover,
Patron hangover
Low sofas, leather,
high ceiling lofts, cheddar
Gold tokens, designed with
the frost and boss
Brilliant, squeeze on those ci vilians,
chameleon
Knock niggas off in the court building,
Tilden
Brownsville,
L .H. houses,
Linden,
Cypress,
Canarsie
Banners, space towers,
re bays hours and power
Pass on tradition, never know cowards
Interact with the friction
Condition, hood, pass, vouch,
free admission
Listen, it's either off,
subtract, or addition
Position, the move like
the book on the board
Bite palm placed on the book of the
Lord
Recite songs while niggas
get took to the mall
Embalm the box, either you armed or not
The game ain't changed,
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing is for self
What else?
Niggas ain't heard niggas ex pel
The game ain't changed,
it's the names of the players
A special unit set up for niggas doin' it
Some niggas is roomed in it,
oth er niggas just ruin shit
Who the snitch tellin'?
Knockin' niggas for nothin'
Cause they chickens on another
nigga dickin'
She fuckin', it's disgusting
So now y 'all really know
why I'm duckin'
To the desert knees squeezing,
I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and
they certify demons
I'm pleading,
please no involving the policemen
We beefing, and silence is the code
when you creeping
Sleeping,
I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in
It's murder, murder
Monday be back before the weekend
Beasting,
feeling like homie when he high
Macaroni till I die, only got one try
The game ain't changed,
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standin' is for self
What else, niggas ain't
heard niggas' spout
The game ain't changed,
it's the names of the players
Players, players, players,
players, players, players
Man we go round, here we go round
From every angle hittin'
me like stereo sound
Chit -chattin',
layin' my scenario down
Manhattan boogie down,
they all yappin' in the town
Body looting homie,
he's not buried in the ground
So many tears,
shit, a nigga could've drowned
So many years went from
hopping on a hound
To hopping in the coupe,
guess they rocking for the crown
King of the city,
it's the thing when you pretty
And fed like nitty,
he was here right with me
Knew it had to happen,
but who did the clapping?
Knew when he was napping,
the names ain't matching
Mad ain't the word,
had the spaz on his bird
Though a sad one occurred,
got a blast on the herb
Kill me, you n***a,
as quiet as a whisper
You slide like a slipper, damn, a n***a, listen