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lirik lagu j. stalin - 5 minutes of game

[verse 1]
you ain’t gettin’ money
you on the other side of the fence
in that one man cell, b-tch i dreamed of this
rollie on my wrist, but i come from the d game
forty thousand cash lil n-gga this a plain jane
uh, i’m the one who sold cocaine
gave you the game, so you ain’t have to do it mane
see my pain run deep, i’m so emotional
you wouldn’t understand my connection with the corner store
you don’t know sh-t about growing up in the warzone
needles outside, dope fiends in and out your home
you don’t know sh-t about gettin’ it in the parking lot
you ain’t never dropped them zips in a gumbo pot
what you know ’bout standing on that corner with that ready-rock
my momma used to cook it in there looking like it’s betty crock’
you ain’t get money, you don’t even know how to treat the knocks
i’m way ahead of my time, michael j. fox
play the game smart n-gga, or lie in a box
keep it real with yourself and never talk to the cops
cause everybody a gangsta ’til a body really drops
get up real close and watch his head go pop
chopper long as a mop, that’s the sh-t we was taught
cause in wild west oakland, if you talk that talk
n-gga better be ready to walk that walk
i’m an artist i can outline a n-gga in chalk
i listen but never speak, i’m a motherf-cking dog
banger in my drawers, b-tch it came with the thirty
me and my n-ggas pitching in on a big ol’ birdie
i’m cringe worthy, my story really authentic
a n-gga really talk, a n-gga really lived it
cypress village, 10th street, b-tch i was really in it
if i’m ever talking c0ke you know it’s big business
murder for hire, we ain’t showing love to no witness
he ain’t a chef, then why the f-ck he in the kitchen?
he ain’t whipping, f-ck around have some grams missing
if you ain’t cooking your own c0ke, you better pay attention
we threw the whip out, n-gga we don’t do the flinching
that sl!ck talk will erase a whole n-gga’s existence
i get to the bag and tell ’em good riddance
money under the christmas tree b-tch we still winnin’
n-gga i’mma stay strapped ’til the world stops spinnin’
steady stackin’ these spinach, i’m knocking b-tches up in it
i tell ’em ’bout the dope game, they know i’m really in it
i’m just talking ’bout my past, lil mama see i’m just ventin’
sending that jpay to my n-gga in san quentin
sending that jpay to my n-gga in san quentin
still on the money mission i’ll be countin’ till my hands hurt
n-gga disrespect me i’ma show them how that chopper work
knock on me cause i was out here first
we hunt humans, we don’t do the sn-tch purse
that n-gga talking all that sh-t he gone get smoked first
i came to eat n-ggas like i’m big lurch
i have the purest c0ke, n-gga on every first
leave your biscuit all limp like i’m fred durst
you know i’m sick with the sh-t, you better call a nurse
me i’m getting money, you n-ggas dying of thirst
execution style watch his motherf-cking brains burst
i just put some twelves and by nines in my black he-rs-
execution style watch his motherf-cking head burst
i just put some twelves and by nines in my black he-rs-
you going broke, you hustling in reverse
n-ggas went from going to church to that dope kickin’
west oakland, we be with that l!ck hitting
countin’ chicken, and we don’t chase no women
we get spinach, fly as f-ck in that white linen
i thank the lord every day, n-gga cause i be sinnin’
fifteen years in the game, b-tch and i’m still in it
n-ggas went from cooking c0ke boy to pushin’ hop
now you can come and get a cut at my barber shop
lil n-gga i be on the grind all the time
i’m just an ex-drug dealer with a clothing line
face shots, if anybody play with mine
i remember when i was broke, and i ain’t have a dime
me and nard on the block, we just tryna shine
livewire, we the realest n-gga out of mankind
my lil cousin looking clean in that brandy wine
i’m coming candy apple red for the summer time
i hustle hard, that keep these b-tches off my mind
i hustle hard, that keep these b-tches off my mind
i don’t wine and dine, i hit the p-ssy them i’m gone, n-gga
straight to the money, i don’t talk on the phone, n-gga
i’m on the corner like jordan in the zone ,n-gga
stacking everythang cause i’m tryna buy me a home, n-gga
i told them they gone miss me when i’m gone, n-gga
these silly b-tches, they just won’t leave me alone, n-gga
god bless me, haters tried to do me wrong, n-gga
now i’m on stage, like please keep on your thong misses
any disrespect, you sleeping with the fishes
i tried to told them, n-gga i come from the trenches
but hardheaded motherf-ckers never listen
hardheaded motherf-ckers never listen

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