©1996 B. BROWN, M. ORTEGA

Thought you knew but brothas don't be peepin' this game, B. Hard ain't yo' same everyday old name. Pervin off the green so I'm blowed on the road in the 510 area code. Looking at the pager I see familiar digits I'm wit' it called her up said I'm coming over to get it did it. Back in the traffic I'm in my neighborhood trying to get my mail before the 5-0 feel good. Every fucking day they hit the spot raising hell I bail, got my mail I'm outta there eating well. So fuck em' and you, you, and him even her too makes a nigga like me none when I serve you. Cause nigga's be talking mo' shit even brothas that I thought I was close wit'. See I'm giving a fuck about you though cause I'm walking through nigga's like a door. So get it out your dome see it's on I'm a high side nigga's want funk five deep is how I ride now. Doin' nigga's right AHH shit here they come right, left, left, right how you want it done I'm for none. Breakin' em' off something proper wit' a nine double m I'm a stop ya. Bang, bang, bang laying nigga's on they back spittin' it on wax so you could here the facts. And if you don't know I can easily explain the style the game B hard there it is the name. Pervin' off the the gin and juice daily strictly clear shit cause I can't fuck wit' the gravy. Richtown got my props B. hard comin' wit' it cause my shit don't stop. Wit' a trunk full of a funk nothing but bump fifteen's in the back amps that pump I thump. Out here getting sick wit' it comin' up quick wit' it pushing product getting rich wit' it. True nigga's give a fuck about game they in it for the money. IN THE GAME.

HOOK:

In the game I got much, much love, simply because I'm not the nigga that you thought I was. Never caught stuck feddy looking steady punks try to step to this but they ain't ready. I told you once before I'm not the nigga to be fucked wit', try me if you want find that ass gettin' stuck quick. So leave me alone so I can get my perve on, a forty once to da' dome I'm gone gotta bone. Cause you know alcohol get your dick stiff, and when my Jim is to the left I gotta stick shit. But peep this shit that I kick ice cube in the deck, volume on six. Hittin' corners like a hooker perving (you know it). avoiding 5-0 cause we ain't even for it. Riding 4 deep hittin' 15th. heads bobbing foot to the floor pockets fat about to get mo'. Rolling through the R off dank 4 sacks to the dome will have a nigga seeing blank. Bookie in the back-seat whole head blowed said strike to the mini mart to get something cold. The fool he want's another 4-0 me I'll be to' up, straight from the floor up but I won't throw up. Non-stop to the store, taking back streets to avoid 5-0. I ain't got time to be pulling to the curb you know how they act, 4 blacks in a drop wearing hats. Kicking back in the parking lot Rollin' up the last sack of the drank we got. IN THE GAME.

HOOK:

On the real though feel me when I spit it it's something to ride to nigga's wanna hear this when ya drive through. The games deep so I speak frank, see when you step in my shit I'm a show that shit stank. I get mines when I'm in this (shhh) cause nigga's be all up in my business. (For real though) nigga's need to learn how to act cause it ain't that hard to have you on your back. I'm straight up telling you these facts nigga's can't be fakes in the game cause to peel your cap back ain't nothing but a thang. Body counts ain't nothing but a name. TO THE PLAYA'S OF THE GAME.

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