[Hook: Maestro Williams]
You really don't wanna play this game with me
(Produced by Silent Riot)
You really don't wanna play this game with me
(The Maestro what up, what up?
D12, Return of the Dozen Volume 2)
You really don't wanna play this game with me
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
This is not a novel, I guess hotter than earth's lava
I'm mobbin' on your squad, while they poppin' they bottles
They'd rather not bother, this godfather of assassination
The frank nitty of Wayne County is not facin' any charges
When these men are at large, you be writin' dedication songs
Singin' to your mama, I'll beat you out of your misery
A hot [?] that got Satan pullin' on his sleeve
I'm in this industry, waitin' for [?] to mention me
On these streets, they see me, they turn their cheeks instantly
On the brink of unquestioned insanity, turnin' beef to vegetables
I'm committed inside of a murderous matrimony
It's more than your blood and cholesterol
I had your soul drownin' in O.E
These [?] O.D. for me
Been fathomin' the thought of tryin' to hold me
For no reason, this grim reaper approaches [?] in four seasons
[Hook: Maestro Williams]
How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours?
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side
If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die
So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life
You really don't want to play this game with me
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
This isn't time to sit ponderin' pain
It's like I'm livin' in vain
Take a chance, it's still a glance to see these [?] insane
Holla if you wanna go that route
I got that old school .38 on me, pull the throwback out
Mothafucka, get your Kodak out
I will embarrass you and leave a [?] hangin'
Cut the strings off your parachute
Invade your sector
Supreme neck protector
With big red dots on your chest like a neck oar
Before you say our name, hold that mouth
Or they'll be pullin' your body from out a fold-out couch
My daddy died
They killed my brother-in-law
I'm goin' psycho
My earth pass
There's no tellin' how far a [?] might go
I am my own master
A livin' Avalanche
A walkin' disaster
Killin' spirits and huntin' Casper
You must've had shrooms for dinner
Stay in your padded room
Twelve-thirty, your face with a razor
[Hook: Maestro Williams]
How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours?
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side
If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die
So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life
You really don't want to play this game with me
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
I'm done talkin'
It's time for beefin'
Who the fuck wanna fight?
When the hell we meet?
It's Devil Night
Catch you trick or treatin'
Seven miles of style
Catch your ass beatin'
Life is bad
It's by your tags
Four in the mornin', drivin' mad
Who think they bad?
You a fag
You should work for GLAD
Bunch of bitch ass girls
Like J.J. Fad
Life is bad
No mom and dad
Beat and punch
Bruise and stab
Writin' and laugh
I'm stretched out, [?]
I release the anger
Gun in my mouth
One in the chamber
We jump, [?]
Stomp, [?]
[?] need air
We with the pumpin', [?]
I go in cribs and smack [?]' mamas
Five thousand
Real Rush Obama
Fuck it
[Hook: Maestro Williams]
How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours?
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors
You really don't want to play this game with me
I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side
If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die
So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life
You really don't want to play this game with me
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