Kane Abel The Game Lyrics

The Game Lyrics

[Kane]



I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D



7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50



Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a G



Score four more times now that's a quarter ki'



252 grams equal 9 o-z's



Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see



I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese



Soon as I get off these, rap makes me a G



Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes



Mr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll



Now it's '97 and I got me a ki'



1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of D



Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36



My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick



This be the drama behind the hoes and cars



All my hustlin' niggas I know you grew up real hard



Plus watch your back, plus watch for police



Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ???



Comin' for your yola, V-12, and bakin' soda



One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier







[Chorus]



How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?



When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change



How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?



When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change



How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?



When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change



How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?



When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change







[Kane]



Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed



5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's



Soldiers, servin' fiends down in New Orleans



Comin' out the projects sittin' on Gold D's



Young G, snort coca leaves and ki's



No Limit ready for war like we Vietnamese



Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211



Sellin' bricks for 27



More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's



Down to dimes and nickels



Hit a lick, got you niggas sick



How the fuck you gonna tell me about this game



From the streets to the pen niggas know my name







[Chorus]







[Abel]



100 grams of heroin, ??? 911 cut



Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuck



Take a spoon and mash on the shit in baggies



Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it



25 to life no questions asked



80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cash



My niggas that hustle, be quick to blast



Cause Choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples ass



You phony rappers talk about the game



Been there, done that



Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks



Turn you into fortune like Pat Sajak



Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than Ajax



No Limit, everything we say, we did it



Went to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinach



To big and you motherfuckers don't forget it



Y'all niggas wanna start some beef and I'ma finish it







[Chorus] 'till fade