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!