lirik lagu frankie cutlass - games (roc-city-o)
featuring roc city o]
hook:
games people play (i wanna know)
games people play (why the brothers be playin’ them games)
verse 1:
here comes the man of the hour
never catch me f-ckin’ with cowards
rock men from thug life to high powered
blazin’ trees chinese chicks to lebanize
across seas me and big frank be pickin’ up keys
sieze the opportunity to freeze mcs
recognize who be gettin’ that cheese please
i see you watchin’ me like whitenour
you gettin’ power
chickens g-ssin’ you thinkin’ your clique is as big as ours
long time no beef on the streets
ain’t nothing sweet i still walk around packin’ heat
you pose no threat you get yourself soakin’ wet
vibes from the mac and the tech
and what we be doin’ chumps uptown we call them push ups
pushed about a thousand grills sh-t is real (yeah)
i leave no evidence cat’s ain’t been heard from ever since
and officer, those ain’t my fingerprints
down low i’m scary slide to the back of this
city-o cash flow is miraculous
mark what i say somebodys got to pay
my clique walk around sick like doc holiday
hook (x2)
n-gg-s got a lot of games
verse 2:
a-yo blaze something quick
so recognize who ya f-ckin’ with
i’m gettin’ bricks runnin’ with colombians
while you punk motherf-ckers starve on a block
i’m drivin’ around spots gettin’ mad props
f-ck standin’ on the ave gettin’ cash (what?)
that’s all in the past i graduated fromt he cl-ss (yeah)
every thug get a chance to be the man
i got mines and now this n-gg-‘s p-ssin’ in they pants (ha ha)
they scared to death they know it’s real here
i murder n-gg-s if not i have them rollin’ in a wheel chair
i dare a n-gg- to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater
have holes from my nine beretta
i’m not the one for the postin’ up sh-t
i toast you up quick i have you floatin’ in the ocean
i get down like that cause i have to in the big apple
many n-gg-s try to cap you, for nothin’
n-gg-s be frontin’ for fame they don’t know the game
all they want to do is leave blood stains
that’s why i keep my gat c-cked and steady
like teddy i keep it on my waistline ready
i’m deadly like freddie kruger but f-ck the claws
i’m strickly steppin’ to ya n-gg-s with the ruegers
“i need my sh-t kid” that be rapidly repeated
the more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin’
so back the f-ck up i’m blowin’ n-gg-s out the frame
maintain before you get a bullet in your brain
i’m that insain n-gg- from the money makin’
all you n-gg-s fakin’ i’m a leave your body shakin’
hook
the streets ain’t no game
rock city will let ’em know
verse 3:
now yo f-ck the radio and f-ck the airplay
i’m strickly underground sayin’ what i want to say
it doesn’t matter if i’m hurt or not
i’m a wreck shop my way and still get props
that’s my word sh-t is gettin’ real with these critics
they always talk about a n-gg- lyrics
i ain’t tryin’t to hear it
everyday the industry is gettin’ realer
sort of like that crack sh-t being done by the dealer
brothers gettin’ paid under the table
labels already knowin’ who they want to be stable
but f-ck it i’m still gonna try to bring the ruckus
i’m comin’ through your town ill man with the cutl-ss
i saw a lot of n-gg-s fail oh well
they mad cause i’m everlasting like a duracell
battery don’t try to battle me
my mentality is gettin’ salaries is all reality
hook
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