Текст песни Master P - Never Ending Game
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Check this out playasAll y`all gangster niggasY`all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) I`m a let y`all know something (welcome to the dope game)Something that`ll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbersBlack on black crime, nigga it go like this hereWe live an eye for an eyeYou kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partnersAnd you dead ain`t no love on my spotMe and my partners pushing rocksGot them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogiesWe packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uziBut I look into the eyes and I stare, I see deathGoddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be meMy little homie on the ground cryingI`m thinking I`m gone, Oh my lordMy little homie Tony`s dying (ripped his heart out)He never had a chance to see his life glowAnd he never had a chance to see his wife broAnd his little kid is only 8It ain`t about me or you motherfucker You gone peep defeat off the tree Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streetsAnd you never hurt, another nigga with a glock GI`m thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another oneSend him to the moonAin`t no rocket ship bitch, it`s the temple of doomI mean the ghetto, cause it`s wickedMost niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chickenBut never even seen a birdThey die for that cain and that weed and they waterAnd they to fucking high, to see the enemyNiggas that pretend to be, fools don`t come close to meYour best friend will kill youI`m from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects Where they peel your caps like bananasPolice trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scannersBut they can`t stop the murders Thats happening in my hood motherfuckersCause everybody study capping in thisEveryday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryingBut y`all niggas ain`t realizing that the hood is murderFind your ass in a 6 inch gurderCause niggas banging like Charlie ChanYou`d better pack a piece nigga And welcome to the never ending gameThe never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending gameWill I die up in my sleep, or die on these streetsCause the ghetto ain`t no jokeNiggas in my hood everyday getting smokedWelcome to the never ending gameWill I die up in my sleep or die on these streetsAnd the ghetto ain`t no jokeCause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smokedAnd momma pray it ain`t meBut I`m addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheeseI be making mail like the mailmanThis is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)Through the hood of the projectsIts fiends walking up for bubble upsYou think I`m bout to rejectWhen a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked niggaI ain`t living like no dummyIf I die, I ain`t scared to die, but don`t ask me whyWill I retire and give it up realizeThats this my only mission of moneyBut y`all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funnyBut I got to feed the familyEven though if that take me getting fucking scandalous GAnd I have to hurt shitPut a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in workLay him down, and punch in your time cardCause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the LordSo I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)Don`t give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shitOff the rack, ain`t no trapJust a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gatsThrough the projects and walky-talkiesJacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they barkLike dogs, watch a nigga hardAnd I be slanging dope like I`m getting paid like Lou RollinsAnd the white folks can`t stop thisAnd the Taz can`t stop this nigga, cause I`m in the hood slanging rocksGetting paid cause I`m majorAnd if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pagerAnd give 4 G`s to my sons and kill my enemiesY`all can`t stop a nigga please, even if I`m dead GAnd when I go out, I`m going out with a bangSo fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game