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letra de the game - dj kay slay

[verse 1: mysonne]
y’all ain’t k!llers, y’all stand up comics
[?] i caught [?] to make you vomit
f-ck around, get robbed on the red carpet
have you on your knees like you eslomic in your garmets
all i want is the jewels, n-gga keep your wallets
k!llers move in silance
catch you out of bounds, nock you off balance
ya’ll n-ggas is clowns, my part of town freek k!llers
your part of town, freak snitches
b-tch ass n-ggas
everybody tryna get rich fast, n-gga
everybody gotta rat
and every hood rat chick i knew took they income tax check and got a [?]
i ain’t mad at ya, you heard 2pac
i like the way them curves looking, plus the b00b job
look up to you god, when times get rough
and i f-cks with kay slay, cause he ride with gruff
line them up, knock them all down like bolling pins
i ain’t gotta say too much, you already know it’s him
[?]
they reppin, whole harlem down without a question

[verse 2: mcgruff]
the game different, you lames with it
way these n-ggas dress, you can’t tell me they ain’t women
i ain’t with it
i’m in a whole different lane
get respect cause i came into the game
[?] give a n-gga nothing
grind and i earned my [?]
game was [?] been mines the first time
life teaches lessons, n-gga and i learned mine
[?] worst time
can i get an eh men, like it’s church time
[?] google the search mines
[?]
i prefer peace, but if you shoot at me, it’s war
don’t believe in the law
i believe that the lord put a n-gga here to fight till he ain’t breathing no more
more blacks die [?]
we gon kkeep shooting [?] till we start shooting them back
motherf-cker
[verse 3: freeway]
motherf-cker trust i got the ratchit on
i don’t rock with these other rappers, they be rapping wrong
all them n-ggas sound alike, they should do a rap along
i left them over there, ccause i’m lightyears passed them all
[?] pull a clip, [?] cast them off
gun this sh-t, man i run this sh-t like a triathlon
you wanna go outside and play, you gotta ask your dad
you wanna grind and get this paper, you gotta ask the don
[?]
[?]
[?] me and [?]
d-ck eaters, you chearleaders need palm palms
i’m on the northside of philly with a [?]
i will never leave her, cause [?]
if you copping, gotta grab more than [?]
this sh-t is interesting, boy i’m thinking [?]
my colt 45 put an end to guys
my knife gut you n-ggas, when i put it in a guy
what’s wrong with these new rap n-ggas wearing dresses and blouses?
acting like they into guys, [?] favorite color indago
all y’all gotta go, cause you’re living lies
[?] that’s a friend of mine
ak spray be the cause of your demise

[verse 4: trick trick]
[?] world turning counter clockwise
salute to the wise that choose to rise
above these dudes in disguise
grown ass men with a [?]
i don’t f-ck with this new age sh-t they say i’m [?]
[?] polish
me and slay go [?] i promis
put these n-ggas on the scales, for real let’s be honest
really don’t want these f-cking problems
i round them up like [?]
[?]
if we [?] about my money, then homie [?] meet you at your mama’s
[?]
f-ck the police, you better call obama
soon as the drama get to poppin, ain’t no turning back
that white powdery substance [?] with that
never use it or abuse it cause the homie [?] never get high off your own supply
see you little [?] queens
all on the ‘gram with your lean
bragging bout you just popped a bean
dragging in a dress, [?] beam on your forhead
you ain’t even know that
[?] little c-cksuckers
keep your b-tch ass [?] c-cksucker
you a f-ck n-gga, [?] brothers
[?] every city you show up in outnumbered

- dj kay slay

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