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the game - tanboys lyrics

[sample]
i know, you don’t listen to me
now i’m telling you
leave, before it’s too late

[bridge: tanboy luka]
crack in the bottle, 88 around the corner
was a og, now a nigga goner
used to put c-ke in his nose and dope in his veins
play the win, lose, draw, that’s the game

[hook: tanboy luka]
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game

[verse 1: le$]
i’ve been a player in the game since sega
ain’t no fronting, i done ran out of favors
i’ve been a corner [?] something like your og
and i ain’t never falling off, fuck a hater
if you ain’t in it to win it, then what you playing for?
a free agent, them labels gon’ have to pay ’em more
i’m sipping lemonade, dirtied up with the codeine
i’m low key with the hustle, them actors make scenes
see i can vividly remember niggas sleeping on my name
couple of ’em came and went, now they peeping who remains
fucking up the hustle like they stepping on the ‘caine
now you dealing with the muscle got you stepping with a cane
never did it for the fame, only did it for the pay
pain dependent with it, but my bricks still major
never worried ’bout sex ‘cause i [?] my own
i’m a young h-town spitter, riding on chrome

[verse 2: dark atm]
young pusher from the 6
grew up in the era where them niggas too legit
pontiac box hold two rugers and a brick
riding through the [?], screaming, “money ain’t a thing”
yeah, gotta get it till you gone
acetone whip and me and money get along
always be codes, never comfy on the phone
hit my nigga tone, swing thirty on the arm
like, like, b-tch i go hard
pushing this pen like this shit is my job
24/7, no sleep for the god
whipping it, whipping, just look at his arm
that’s why they gave my nigga [?]
football numbers in the motherfucking face
all ‘cause a b-tch nigga couldn’t hold his head
that’s why they call this shit the game
that’s why they call this shit the game

[bridge: tanboy luka]
crack in the bottle, 88 around the corner
was a og, now a nigga goner
used to put c-ke in his nose and dope in his veins
play the win, lose, draw, that’s the game

[sample]
and through everything, i still can’t [?] how that happens
leave, i’m begging you

[verse 3: bodega bamz]
been in this game for mad years, respect the word
i’m permanently, currently occupying curbs
waited my turn, earn like a pallbearer
walk in the trap, told the connect, “yo, it’s all there”
all out of cares, i don’t worry, trying to leave in a hurry
either cash or a body or both of ’em getting buried
my nigga ain’t never scurry, no worry
supply the well, and they never go thirsty
drop knowledge, i was used in the user
heart breaker and heart broken p-ss ’em and the shooter
who you be fucking when i’m not around?
inside, in too deep when i’m not in the town
tell ’em swim just to see them drown
no handshakes if you need a pound
pick mac if you see a clown
tic tac toe, tag ’em, i ain’t braggin’
fuck rap money, i’m still spending cash from under the mattress
but now they heard that he rappin’
but now they see that he actin’
my life real like film, already cl-ssic
and i’m off the shits, what’s brackin’, nigga?

[sample]
there are only murderers in this room
open your eyes!
this is the life we chose, the life we lead
and there is only one guarantee:
none of us will see him

[sample: ralph foody & michael guido]
before i pump your guts full of lead
alright johnny, i’m sorry
i’m going
one, two – ten!
*gunshots, laughter*
keep the change, you filthy animal

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