(Noreaga)
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This ain't no game man
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A lot of people look from the outside from in
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thinking that it's easy man
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You know what I'm saying, not realizing we work too
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You know what I mean, we working everyday hard
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Getting our hands dirty just like y'all
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But y'all think y'all better
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(Musolini)
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
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While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
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Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
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Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
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Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at
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Your man in you face will stab you in the back
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Life's a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
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You live your life, you gotta love it
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Six double o, used to whip a bucket
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Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
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Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
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long with the stones on my fists
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niggaz hating me, cause I got chips
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Left the hood rich
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Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch
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In the back of a thugged out whip
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Why not shit
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Devilish, your crabs ain't shit
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Mad at this, certain gentle wrist
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(Chorus: Maze)
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It's not a game nigga
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Me move in and move out
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Most niggaz try to follow the route
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But they can't see what we see
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Thugged out like wherever we be
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M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
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(Noreaga)
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Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit
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Same niggaz that you fucking wit
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Fucking wit them cats that you don't fuck wit
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Whatcha supposed to do?
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Both of them are part of the crew
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Can't choose side (true)
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I don't know, I don't like to go that road
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If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
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While say break up to make up
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I say stick together god until y'all cake up
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Bitches meet me at the crown plaza
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On they period, it don't matter
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I'm in the head something serious
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It ain't a game god, yo it never was
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I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
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My associates that I use to sit and chill wit
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Now it's only family I like to deal wit
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That I like to build wit
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Get high, hold steal wit
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So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this
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(Chorus)
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(Maze)
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The money attitudes the cay in
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To many snakes in the way
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A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in
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I want to enter fortune but which way in
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Wit out getting lost in a storm
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My pen pages reflect Maze
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Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave
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Golden braids hang from my physical
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Bitched scare me
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Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me
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I'm like fan of B
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Vanish from the scene in a blur
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But barely seen, clearly heard in my action
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And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand
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We're in your land like a hard drizzle
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To reach my pinnacle is minimal
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Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
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(Chorus)
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It's Not A Game
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Noreaga |