Kane And Able 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