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lirik lagu three 6 mafia - ain't got time for gamez

i ain’t got time for gamez
f-ck these n-gg-z, i’ma pop that thang
and if they want drama they can get that man
a n-gg- like me i’m wit it man, i’m wit it

b-tches simple and plain
your messin’ with me and i’m a grown man
i keep a pistol on me, don’t think i’m playin’
this hard hittin’ n-gg- lemme hear ya’ll sang

i coulda been a n-gg- out slanging cain
but instead n-gg- i was bangin’ the thang
’cause hardin’ heat make a n-gg- quit that playin’
it ain’t no shame in my godd-mn thang

i’m just an all n-gg- trying to do my thang
you get in my way and i’ll make ya’ll faint
run your -ss over like i was a train
you talkin’ -ss b-tches don’t say my name

and if you same my name then you got fame
rap this sh-t before doin’ every thang
and blanked on your -ss like i was to blame
the next time ya see me hit ya boy with a chain
you hit ya boy with a chain

i ain’t got time for gamez
f-ck these n-gg-z, i’ma pop that thang
and if they want drama they can get that man
a n-gg- like me i’m wit it man, i’m wit it

i dedicate this to you fake n-gg-z
supposed to be’s who do some fake sh-t
see you in the street and they hug you like on some gay sh-t
man we be so cool when i see you, you share my fame
when i ain’t around its like bush versus saddam hussein

n-gg-z hate you for the smallest events
i got n-gg-z mad at me ’cause i ain’t signed ’em recording contracts
n-gg- you can shut the f-ck or you can get shot the f-ck up
playa i don’t know you when i owe you better double up

fed up with this, b-tches f-ck with this, they press they luck with this
i’m tough with this, party grip and 50 callin’ up your sh-t
people love to shake hands, hug, squeeze with tight grips
but little do they you when i touch em i see they life’s trip

all the back stabbin’ and jabbin’ and double crossin’
quit telling me that you love me n-gg- when you see me keep on walkin’
i got enough enemies man as it is now
so i don’t need a posin’ friend that’s leadin’ me now, b-tch

they sent the gang unit out ’cause there was trouble at the club
knowin’ gang signs throwing up ’cause they don’t give a f-ck
why even work a 9 to 5 when you can sell dope and rob
80 percent of the f-ckin’ club ain’t no n-gg- got no job

that’s why we here gettin’ buck, gettin’ crunk, gettin’ wild
representin’ our neighborhood i say god bless the child
if he can open up his eyes and realize it ain’t sh-t
that we run the f-ckin’ hood but the gun is still ours man

i ain’t got time for gamez
f-ck these n-gg-z, i’ma pop that thang
and if they want drama they can get that man
a n-gg- like me i’m wit it man, i’m wit it

- lirik lagu three 6 mafia

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