DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA

DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA - 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]

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