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NGH what you got ain't game
The type of shit that
Manifests itself in your brain
You shoot then aim
And let that be your philosophy
But that's not the way it's got to be
Living life frame by frame by
The game, the code
That prepares your body to lie cold
You bought and sold
Your own soul
But this is not a game
You talk about reality
But reality done came
And went but by this time
You already spent
Your share
On new clothes to wear
You gotta accessorize
And show the world
That you circumcised
NGH nobody cares
About your penis size
But they don't see
The lost, glossed look
In your eyes
Cause you too busy
Saying street life ain't easy
Slingin lines way too cheesy
To be saying you a pimp
NGH your shit's limp
But you still slingin lines
And even you don't know
What's in those lines
Handing them out like fines
In plastic bags
To hookers and hags
And you know some day
They all gonna pay
If not with green then red
There's always a price on someone's head
But if you keep this up
You'll be the next one dead
Cause this is not a game
But you still hand out rocks
With your other hand
Glued to your glock
But when the cops
Got you caught
And they find what they sought
They won't let you appeal
You're too afraid to be afraid
So you just don't feel
'Til then you gotta be real
You're still on the streets
Hustlin and breakin beats
Cause you want to find fame
Have the whole world scream your name
But reality kicks you in the ass
You were simply driving too fast
You missed all your turns
Now you feel sick
And your stomach churns
Cause all you can do is watch
While your whole world burns
It's taken over your life
Inciting more pointless strife
You don't even recognize
The man who's making love
To your wife
Now you can two step and back track
But you can't step away from the trap
And you don't know the boy who shot you
In all fairness, he didn't know you
It's just that your shirt was red
And his shirt was blue
So while your dying, lying
On these cold city streets
Body covered in blood,
Heart taking its last beats
You finally understand
That there's no one you can blame
You were just another hood NGH with game

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