Текст песни Noreaga - It`s Not A Game
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(Noreaga)This ain`t no game man A lot of people look from the outside from in thinking that it`s easy manYou know what I`m saying, not realizing we work tooYou know what I mean, we working everyday hardGetting our hands dirty just like y`allBut y`all think y`all 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 backLife`s 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 wrists long 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 ain`t shitMad at this, certain gentle wrist(Chorus: Maze)It`s not a game niggaMe move in and move outMost niggaz try to follow the routeBut they can`t see what we seeThugged out like wherever we beM-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini(Noreaga)Now that`s that shit that I`m talking about and shitSame niggaz that you fucking witFucking wit them cats that you don`t fuck witWhatcha supposed to do?Both of them are part of the crewCan`t choose side (true)I don`t know, I don`t like to go that roadIf that`s your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yoWhile say break up to make upI say stick together god until y`all cake upBitches meet me at the crown plazaOn they period, it don`t matterI`m in the head something seriousIt ain`t a game god, yo it never wasI get super high, while y`all niggaz get a buzzMy associates that I use to sit and chill witNow it`s only family I like to deal witThat I like to build witGet high, hold steal witSo let`s 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 grave Golden braids hang from my physicalBitched scare meMove mystical enchanting branson weed at meI`m 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 handWe`re in your land like a hard drizzleTo reach my pinnacle is minimalSinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul(Chorus)