Game For Sale Lyrics

Game For Sale lyrics

[Verse 1]



I'm from the home where the niggas push tapes out the trunk



And make movies with they lunch money filmin' out trucks



Independent rap movin' tapes like crack



Got em' hooked on this West Coast rap, we got stacks



Adapts and M-P-Cs and mic chords



Thug shit, something we on and fight for



Bring it all together and start with group ten



All the homies on the block is my distribution



Cheap for staff, keep the heat and cash



No matter the situation hit the gas and dash



We got it locked door, copped mo' niggas from the block so



You can't fuck with this, we got scripts







[Hook]



All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough



Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor



See around my neighborhood nobody knows



What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough



All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough



Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor



See around my neighborhood nobody knows



What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough



Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale



See nobody knows



Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale



See nobody knows



Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale



Nobody knows



Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale



We got game for sale







[Verse 2]



Show me right, I don't know whether rhyme or write



Then hit you with the shit ya don't like



Me and my nigga's game be trunk tight



We down to blast on sight



Hit a nigga with the infrared light



So when we see his family we know it's on on site



It don't matter, young nigga get down evry night



Holdin' bitch nigga wifey up for the right price



Give me a couple of cakes and I'll the bitch escape







[Verse 3]



All I wanna do is get rich, stack my chips



Slap a bitch if she think that shit sick



Only fuckin' with niggas that keep it real in the game



I ain't fuckin' with you suckers tryin' to hate on my name



It's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brain



Quick to explain, you know, I don't give a dang



I'ma ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off



I'm a hustlin' bitch that can't take no loss







[Verse 4]



And it's Kurupt, the real close, nigga become ya folk



When ya fall out over dope money and coke money



Ain't shit funny, niggas kill for the quick money



It's real in the shady world of fake and falsey



Nigga don't dare to cross me I'm a jewel in the game



And you's a fool in the game without a tool in the game



End up catchin' a slug to the brain



I warned you once



Now them same niggas that's plottin'



Is them same niggas you smokin' blunts with



Hope you still while I'm sick of this shit



I spent a lot of nights tryin' to plant blunts for a lick



Couldn't go through with it cause of a guilty conscience



Many mobsters say they real but they really imposters



Money I don't got a lot of, a lot of



Get ya money and try to do right in the game



Ain't about to the gang



Walk up out of the game, we make mail nigga



For the right price we got game for sale nigga







[Hook]