Game Owe Me – D4L – letras

[chorus]The game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meGame owe meThe game owe meAbout 4 o 5 years agoI made a promise 2 my momma that I would neva sell no mo dopeAnd tha world so coldWhere tha real die youngAnd the hate grow oldBut they all die slowI wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoesBout 6 7 pounds of tha droFaybo unleashed a roll at tha doTha game oldSpeakin of tha game no smokeI always keep 44They don’t know tha life I knowFrom tha dro smokeNew po’smokeMaybe no smokeWhether its my folks or ur folksNever go brokeBetta owe six with tha smoke they owe meWith my mind and my heart and my soulCheck out now mook-bYall know meGrabbed tha mike since 93Hatin ass niggas wouldn’t let me eatbut I kept it realStayed true to tha streetsStayed downturned up tha frownCuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back aroundStill in it till tha mothafuckin finishU can best believe im gonna get me a ticketThe game owe meSpeak moneyPaid dues to be a five star GWorked hard didn’t get shit freeMade a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industrySuckas weren’t hearin or feelin meI aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beatNow I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey[chorus]Hit me nowMost of these boys like hangin roundSmokin yayPlotin and planinThieving my trays for all my manesUsed to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyteAfter I-C-E bo-triple-x drop and heat all niteWe made a pact when I was grindinU was broke manIm sellin weight and getting money in tha fat laneWe can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gaugeWhen u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch madeMy track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoesIts D4L mack a therma real feel pimpinRed snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpinLimos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befoMeter runnin it don’t matterCuz in getting mo and moThe game been good to meThe game still owe’n meIn and out I saidSo much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good[chorus]Game owe me I aint gotta lieWho says a man aint supposed to cryLord aint gon put no more u cant standGet on one knee and raise yo hand2004 my mama got sickStart them bells all kinds of shitWanna ride good wanna look good tooGame owe me I don’t know about uBelieve it[chorus out]