Game Blacksox Lyrics

Blacksox Lyrics

JT the bigga figga) 

Another G-man stand production the originator of the
808 shit in the Bay area you got your boy JT the bigga figga thuggin it out wit
my young nigga the Game and the homie Bluechip Blacksox oh boy! hooked up wit
Gelo records puttin this shit together my nigga! It aint a nigga in the game
that can hold me down i've been independant forever so they know me now and i'm
the cat they need to find when they wanan get found you want to get your paper
right you gotta study my grind i'm like rush and crush foo for nigga that bust
move right out the tuck 2's bullys that bust dudes aint no beefin for briefcase
just beefin for beef for beefs sake we round cats up to beat em in a street race
we count paper up to make a nigga change his plans they underweight so they aint
gettin off they're grams they mad at my boys 'cause we trappin em in they make
20 then a feed wont tend thats the rules Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi
the california stock with cake buy 

thats the rules Getlow play by the
Block boys stay hi the california stock with cake buy 



Chorus:




(Bluechip) 

It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the
whole world stoppin to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys
head boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a congical visit
and the game aint big enough for nigga move over matta fact move out we takin
ova they boys is comin and they aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S
OX 



YO, Yo, Well it's the B. L. you know the rest wanted by the
Feds hated by the ATF you can catch me at the Yukon-N two dykes swallwin gin
Shorty sucked me out of my tims my bad that's your wife? Fuck your life anyway
I heard you workin for vice you ain't real man you hide behind ice youse an
imposter snatch him offa the roster always live by the rule get dough or die
tryin hard coatin in the shinin pass the buck now im back and bettin if beef
was a race man my 2 gonna finish never been the loud mouth type sugar cane of
this rap shit south ball when the Mac spit listen rookie don't make me mad boy
or you'll be like Big a dead Bad Boy. 



Chorus: 

It's the
Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin to listen old breakers
pop lockin and listenin white boys head boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison
shit bang herd like a congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga
move over matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they aimin
straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX 





(JT the bigga
figga) 

Niggas think they got the Game sold yeah right I'm air tight fresh
in the air nikes if the navi outside I might be there black hoodie black nine
black wifey airs rock guns like caddy trucks keep a spare you seen the lump
under the iceberg fleece and yeah and when the beef cook I'll put the heat to
your head if you see a white truck that means your sheets is there then im goin
goin back back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the truck niggas know
im good with the glock they call me Chuck Hurnes 'cause if the game on lock im
callin the shots I wear a shiny shoot for a minute like I'm the Lox they get
gangsta when I swap meat bag in the Jordan box and when I die bury me with the
glock and a bucket of shells in case niggas want drama in hell! 



Chorus: 



It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole
world stoppin to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a congical visit and
the game aint big enough for nigga move over matta fact move out we takin ova
they boys is comin and they aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX