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lirik lagu g.a.m.e – state property

yeah, don’t even wet it n-gg-, i got this one
north mothaf-ckin’ philly boy, f-ckin’ mafia and all that
state property, peedi crack

and i’m g.m.e. so please don’t tempt me
yo that 4-5 keep holdin’ your boy down
we’ll leave ya in the live, put everythin’ in the ground
and i ain’t tryin’ to brag, but the s-5 pound
keep sh-ttin’ on the -ss everytime i flex ground now

i got my moms to thank, and her boy good
i kiss her ‘fore i leave then hit you up in the hood
a n-gg- gon’ bleed and peedi don’t need good
and i’m g.a.m.e. so please don’t tempt me

this one is for my hood, my gun ain’t unda the hood
it’s sittin’ here on my lap, my cap is under my hood
good my aim good, my aim good i’m doin’ this like i should
and i’m g.a.m.e. so please don’t tempt me
see big up in the hood, with c’s sayin he low
elle d took a scooter he comin’ back with the smokes
see n-gg-s in the hood n-gg- beggin’ a n-gg-s up in there

yo, i roll wit peedi crack, i drink booze wit’ free
smoke a pound wit young gunnas, plus i mack wit beans
that was sate p, mad south mafia gang
and them slugs go sting crack a skull in yo brain

and sing yo -ss a lullaby, n-gg- mo’ money
mo’ problems, mo’ murda, mo’ homicide
bang, bang, mafia gang, we let the drama ride
g.a.m.e. so please don’t tempt me

i’ll pop ya, ’cause i’m higher than paranoid
sometimes i feel like my n-gg-s is hammer boys
beat ya to a pulp, like suge ya daddy boy
game so please don’t tempt me

i’ma squeeze til’ my clips on empty, empty
every piece of slug all on your bentley
so don’t tempt me n-gg-, i gets busy
g.a.m.e. so please don’t tempt me

well they call me b mack
but today i got the k, i got the s, i got the a
i don’t think you wanna play, okay
my choppa clicks, hold a hundred copper sticks
and i’m g.a.m.e. wit them things off safety

i play the hood, usually up to no good
keep my vest on my chest, under my sp hood, i’m good
i’m layin’ low and my squad are burnin’ woods
and i’m g.a.m.e. so please don’t tempt me

it ain’t no thing for me to swing around your block
wit them machines that go
get off the scene before the cops, ain’t n-body seen squat
all they did was heard the shots
and i’m g o o d, like you don’t know me

or know where i stand on ya, grown man on ya
shot can on ya, play a block blam on ya, blam
and blast still all greasy on you
it ain’t sh-t to lay ya half a mil easy on you

you on them blockbusta, i’ma come block bustas
state prop f-cka, i know you cop sucka, c-ck sucka
i see the b-tch all in yo face
and i’m g.a.m.e. to p-ss all in your face

well, they call me young gunna, but today i’m mr. chris
got the 357 wit the speed loaded kit, ya hit
my 3 5th, make you n-gg-s sh-t and p-ss
i’m wit the b a n g, g a n g, yeah

my boy sig got mafia boy sees
and peedi gonna bring the property more cheese, please
who gon’ stop it to drop it and say, “better now”
and i’m g.a.m.e. u p s e t

peedi in check, sigel in check, sigel got the eagle
ceaser leo got them tecks
i know free wizzle got his thizzle in his vest
and we g.a.m.e. we can b a n g now

y’all ain’t a threat, y’all n-gg-s is our pets
you ain’t a boss, y’all young’ns gon’ play fetch
i play the charge, throw somthin’ all in yo chest
you gon r e s p e c t me now, now, now

- state property

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