Ain't No Game

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

I make more G's than gang fights when I bang right

Plus I'm sharp like fang bites and I hang tight

With my niggie's from the B-side, and we slide

Ten deep, in two Beamers and one Jeep

Fool don't sleep, I keep rollin' with the I-

NC, them chinsy niggas gunna die

I don't have to squeeze on my enemies

I just drop these lyrics on emcees

I bring drama like soap operas

So stop the, madness ya gunna feel sadness

When I drop the, realism that's more live than freak nick

As I speak with, rhymes the beat kick

I'm no joke when I blow smoke, you're so broke

You're starvin', I'm leavin' niggas messy like Marvin

You won't find no piece of mind here

I'm on edge somebody help me chyeah

Like emcee acho, I caught yo

Ass lookin' prepare to get yo ghetto blast tookin'

There's mad fake crews in the streets, creeps

And niggas be changin' like funky sheets

That's the thing about the I.N.C

There will be, no similarity

The other crews in the industry

We go on and on and yo

This is how we came, this ain't no muthafuckin' game