game ain't changed

return of the vagina

verbal flame thrower

champagne rover

patron hang over. low sofa

leathers

high ceilings

alarms

gold tokers

chedder

designed with the frost. the boss

million

squeeze on no civilians

chamillion

knock niggas off

in the cold building. till then

brownsville

la houses

living disciples

kanarsee

banners

grace towers

we raise hours of power

pass on traditions. never no cowards into rap with the friction

condition

hood pass vouche free admission. listen

its either or crack audition. move like the book on the board

right palm placed on the book of the lord. recite songs

when niggas get took to the morgue

enbalmed in box

either you armed or not. the game ain't changed

just the name of the players

the mayor

street smart set apart the stayers

no favors

every man standing in for self

what else

nigga's ain't heard

nigga's is felt. the game ain't changed

just the name of the players

there's special units

set up for nigga's doing this

some niggas is groomed in it

other niggas just ruin shit. who the snitch telling

knocking niggas for nothing

since there chick is on another nigga dick and she fucking. its disgusting

so now you really know i'm ducking

to the desert

knees squeezing

i'm begging for a reason. got 11 little heaters and they certified demons

i'm pleading

please no involving the police man. we beefing

the silence is the cold when you creeping. sleeping

i'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in

its murder

murked the monday

ill be back before the weekend. beastin

feel like homie when he high

macoroni till i die

you only got one try. the game ain't changed

just the name of the players

the mayor

street smart set apart the stayers

no favors

every man standing in for self

what else

nigga's ain't heard

nigga's is felt. the game ain't changed

just the name of the players

mary go round

here we go round

from every angle

hitting like stereo sound. chit chatting laying my scenario down. manhatten

boogie down

they all yapping in the town. bodied little homie

he's now buried in the ground

so many tears

the nigga could have drowned. so many years

from hopping on the hound

till hopping in the coupe

guess they rocking for the crown. king of the city

its a thing when you pretty

feel like nitty

he was here right with me. knew it had to happen

but who did the clapping

knew in he was napping

the names ain't matchin. mad ain't the word

had to spazz on a bird

know what when it sound on a curb

had to blast on a herb

kill me nigga

its quiet like a whisper

fly like a slipper

damn a nigga miss ya. the game ain't changed

just the name of the players

the mayor

street smart set apart the stayers

no favors

every man standing in for self

what else

nigga's ain't heard

nigga's is felt. the game aint changed

just the name of the players