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lirik lagu all up in the game (radio) – street connect

[intro]
to all my peoples on the streets, we all gotta eat
to all my n*ggas in the struggle, we all got a bubble
sons is nameless, bustin’ stainless steel and livin’ dangerous
packin’ extra clips for bullets, [?] shameless
no doubt son

[verse 1]
we’re blowin’ like the wind, mighty like quinn
when writin’, your dearly friend, famous like leviathan
alrighty then, that backstreet n*gga from rockaway
put your glock away, x*ray visions from andre
pop the [?] while i’m movin’ at a velocity
animosity, ”ask the cash” is my philosophy
everyone you can’t trust ’cause you get bust
plus, you can’t only blast me, you got to blast us
drastic measures, gettin’ the treasures, well it’s my pleasure
in textures and along with what it brings
above the l*st, love and trust is two different things
all in this new york cesspool, cash rules
suits and capsules, things that lead the ill street, blues ‘n news

[verse 2]
remember this, time on that clock never stops
sit around and watch ’cause the knowledge is all i got
set my plans and plot to see how hot sh*t i can get
livin’ off the books, my whole style is illegit
ready to spit murder slugs, point blank at n*ggas’ mugs
it’d be the ones, that shake your hand and give you hugs
from funny faces, different places, police chases
got n*ggas in the crib on they knees sayin’ they graces
from right or wrong, it’s what you feelin’ in my song
life goes on, from dust to dawn, word is born
let’s get it on, i’ll be in my hustlin’ domain
40 projects, 4 stories, it’s still the same
who’s to blame when n*ggas dyin’ to get a name?
i maintain, smoke weed and sling ‘caine
[chorus x2]
all up in the game but still remain the same
it’s hard to maintain ’cause most of that joy is filled with pain

[verse 3]
i’m affiliated with k!llers, got pillars on the dollar billas
drug dealers for realas, strictly the illest buddah hash
coppin’ no tie from the dreads, i swear when we conspire
desire, makin’ a plus to retire when necessary
[?] a military, never worry, ready to bury
smoke ’em like i stimulate, discriminate and we create
inferior, superior reactions with the tracks
it’s causin’ distraction, fishin’ in action when i’ll start clappin’

[verse 4]
goin’ hand to hand until i see a hundred gram
for snitches and stick*up kids, i pack tools just like the handyman
watch for crooked cops that’s sittin’ up on the back [?]
[?] nickles, the 35 blast the black tops
makin’ cheese because i hustle with consistence
reincarnate clientele and bring it to existence
try to get with this, n*ggas’ll get burned like instance
fill your ass up with hot rocks from point blank distance
strapped like [?], n*ggas is petro
i can’t be imitated like rexalls, a block away you hear the echo
dead on arrival, parts i hit on your body is vital
run the dough, i gots to eat, it’s all about survival
don’t look me straight into the eyes, i’ll have you hypnotized
mesmerized on this f*ckin’ microphone
r.i.c. terrorize, so i advise you to stop ridin’ on my nuts
f*ck around and get bust, all rocks get turned to dust
[chorus x2]
all up in the game but still remain the same
it’s hard to maintain ’cause most of that joy is filled with pain

[verse 5]
check the consequences of a menace that’s in this with heaters
street sweepers, heat seekers, you’ll feel defeated
when we rock flows, top black gats so we can mop those
fake ass cats, we drop those when our rock blows
like [?], we livin’ kingpins, committin’ sins
spittin’ mac*10’s, stickin’ and movin’ to get some ends
tribulations and trials may [?], we’re froze
went from apes to pushin’ weight across [?]
up in the lex, playin’ moet while we stroll down the ave
the chicks in the back, she gettin’ ripped that’s why they laugh
now feel the wrath when we come correct with
life or death sh*t, street connect clique
we wreck sh*t, on some next sh*t
cards got dealt, lay back with the burner
smokin’ a blunt for [?]
the sh*t i feel, this cats are tryna stick me for my wealth
the situation’s deep, we on the corner, n*gga crept up on us
with the heat, 9’s for pounds to lift you off your feet

[chorus x4]
all up in the game but still remain the same
it’s hard to maintain ’cause most of that joy is filled with pain

- street connect

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