Текст песни Noreaga - Its Not a Game
Noreaga - Its Not a Game слова песни
(noreaga)This aint no game manA lot of people look from the outside from inThinking that its easy manYou know what Im saying, not realizing we work tooYou know what I mean, we working everyday hardGetting our hands dirty just like yallBut yall think yall better(musolini)Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoI pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big gunsWhile you dealing in crumbs and stacking fundsSqueezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tonguesHeaded for these slums, screaming at the top they lungsBitch made cats, find em wherever you atYour man in you face will stab you in the backLifes a bitch, so rub up and fuck itYou live your life, you gotta love itSix double o, used to whip a bucketLeft the strip cause niggaz like five seven tipsHood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wristsLong with the stones on my fistsNiggaz hating me, cause I got chipsLeft the hood richNutin but diamond dis, head from a bitchIn the back of a thugged out whipWhy not shitDevilish, your crabs aint shitMad at this, certain gentle wrist(chorus: maze)Its not a game niggaMe move in and move outMost niggaz try to follow the routeBut they cant see what we seeThugged out like wherever we beM-a-z-e, n.o.r.e., musolini(noreaga)Now thats that shit that Im talking about and shitSame niggaz that you fucking witFucking wit them cats that you dont fuck witWhatcha supposed to do? Both of them are part of the crewCant choose side (true)I dont know, I dont like to go that roadIf thats your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yoWhile say break up to make upI say stick together God until yall cake upBitches meet me at the crown plazaOn they period, it dont matterIm in the head something seriousIt aint a game god, yo it never wasI get super high, while yall niggaz get a buzzMy associates that I use to sit and chill witNow its only family I like to deal witThat I like to build witGet high, hold steal witSo lets do this, all my niggaz run through this(chorus)(maze)The money attitudes the cay inTo many snakes in the wayA getting paid playing laid-back on my days inI want to enter fortune but which way inWit out getting lost in a stormMy pen pages reflect mazeWhy steps from his h on, shades beyond the graveGolden braids hang from my physicalBitched scare meMove mystical enchanting branson weed at meIm like fan of bVanish from the scene in a blurBut barely seen, clearly heard in my actionAnd act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my handWere in your land like a hard drizzleTo reach my pinnacle is minimalSinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul(chorus)