Play The Game Lyrics

Play The Game lyrics

[Intro]

You niggas is soldiers man

Fuckin' toy soldiers

Yeah
get in line cadet

Aten Hut!



Yayo you punk ass bitch.

I
know you cant wait to get off house arrest nigga.

So you can run the fuck
outta New York, you faggot



[Chorus]

Niggas tryna play the
game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Why you tryna play the game with 50
Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50
Cent

So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent

Come back when
you got a couple dollars holla.



[Verse 1]

You gonna need more
than 50 Cent to play this game

Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own
thang

I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain

I was in
the fast lane before the G-Unit chain

You was hatin on Ja cause him and
Irv went pop now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop

After
'Westside Story' I took your fans

I seen it for myself that bitch
Olivia's a man.

I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong

stole
the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone

Nigga got mad when
'How We Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop
Tryin'

Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens

Told them Touch
shot Pac then ratted out Supreme

But on the rizeal im talkin about you
and me

Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot



Banks is a bitch, 50
is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch, Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a
man, ha. God damn



[Verse 2]

You reported more names than the
evening news

I guess now Reebok making cement shoes

Yayo the only
real muthafucka from the street

You swinging on me like you want 5
heartbeats

Ok. One.  Two.  Three. Four, flat line

If you say you
wrote my shit one more time

You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop
Tryin

Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying

Lil' snitch what
you know about movin' in silence?

Even NYPD can't deny it

The life
of your story is fuckin' Vivica

But your baby mama left you cause you
couldn't get it up, bitch



Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mil,
then Buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia whose titties
aint real.

Now they all hiding behind the police shield



[Chorus]



[Outro]

G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass
niggas

I told you this shit was real, nigga

This is Fat Rat nigga,
mutha fucka

All you get up on there is sing a few hooks

Nigga you
wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga

You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass
nigga

What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga

The Real is the real, nigga

Black Wallstreet, nigga

The Black
Wallstreet, nigga

Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga

I aint gunna get
up on this mic and play them games, nigga

I told my nigga lemme get that
last 16, nigga

Im Rapping right now, nigga

But im spitting it real
nigga

You know who im talkin to nigga

50, nigga

Bitch ass
nigga

Black Wallstreet, nigga

Brasil and Wimelton

What block
you on, nigga?

We'll be there!

What block you on?

Scary ass
nigga

Fuck this shit man

Niggas woke me up with that bullshit,
nigga.