G.A.M.E.

[Intro: Peedi Crakk] [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] And I'm G.A.M.E, so please don't tempt me! Yo that 4-5 keep holding your boy down Won't leave nothing alive but everything in the ground And I ain't trying to brag, but the S5 pound Keep shitting on her ass every time I flex round Now I got my moms still thinking her boy good I kiss her before I leave, then hit you up in the hood A nigga gonna bleed if Peedi don't eat good And I'm G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! This one is for my hood, my gun ain't under the hood It's sitting here on my lap, my cap is under my hood Good! My aim good, I'm doing this like I should And I'm G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! See they up in the hood with Cease and Indy Loc L.D. took the scooter, he's coming back with the smokes See niggas in the hood, niggas baking and niggas early! G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! [Verse 2: Lil Cease] Ayo I roll with Peedi Crakk, I drink booze with Free Smoke a pound with young gunner, plus I mack with Beans Now it's State P, masks out Mafia gang And them slugs gon' stain, crack your skull and your brain Then sing your ass a lullaby Nigga more money, more problems, more murder, more homocide Bang Bang Mafia Gang, we let the drama ride G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! I'll pop you because I'm high and paranoid Sometimes I feel like my niggas is Hammer Boys Beat you to a pulp like Suge did Danny Boy G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! I'ma squeeze until my clips on empty Empty every piece of slug all in your Bentley So don't tempt me, nigga I gets busy G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Well they call me B. Mack, but today I got the K I got the S, I got the A, I don't think you want to play Okay? My chopper clips hold a hundred copper sticks And I'm G.A.M.E. with them things off safety! I play the hood, usually up to no good Keep my vest on my chest under my S.P. hood I'm good! I'm laying low and my squad will burn them woods And I'm G.A.M.E. so please don't tempt me! It ain't no thing for me to swing around your block With them machines that go ROCK Get off the scene before the cops Ain't nobody seen squat All they did was heard the shots And I'm G.O.O.D. like you don't know me! Or know where I stand on ya Grown man on ya A hundred shot can on ya Playing block, blam on ya (blow!) And blast the steel all greasy on you It ain't shit to lay a half a mil easy on you You want a blockbuster? I'm up the block busters State Prop, fucker, I know you, cocksucker Cocksucker, I see the bitch all in your face I'm G.A.M.E. to piss all in your face! [Verse 4: Young Chris] Well they call me Young Gunner, but today I'm Mr. Chris Got the 357 with the speed 30 kick, you're hit My three fifth make you niggas shit and piss I'm with the D.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. (yeah!) My boy Sig and Mafia boy Cease (Cease) And Peedi gonna bring the Property more cheese (please!) Who gonna stop it, then drop it, and say bet And I'm G.A.M.E. you P.E.S.T Peedi in check, Sigel in check Sigel got that eagle, Cease-A-Leo got them techs I know Freewizzle got his thizzle in his vest And we G.A.M.E. we can B.A.N.G. (now!) Y'all ain't a threat, y'all niggas is our pets You mutts go in the bars, y'all younguns go play fetch (Say What!) I play the (?) throw something all in your chest You gon' R.E.S.P.E.C.T. me, now!