no game around here
Singer:wu-tang clan
touch these niggas' heart
i don't think you really wanna come around here
none of my homies play that game around here
eyeing before the day break out
quick to take it to the streets
we getting rich like a spaceship
give ease to the playboy chicks
you can't blow when you hate on men
with fork tongue snaking they friends
fast money and them luxury cars
i was formed in the image of god
still stay strapped with the scratched off serial
with a pocket full of miracle
and i still ain't feeling you
back with the hood on smash
rock a gold ghetto government mask
and a dead president to match
i left fingerprints on the prince
laughing two-faces and walk with a limp
while smoking up the bones of mohammed
blowing out the smoke of opression
hairs came from the robe of a peasant
priest see white bodies in the dark
soon as my ink touch my king tut
my sword of blind justice
on any mc who staying up and act tired
i got alotta g's in my mob
i got alotta cheese and a job
niggas think they leave and i slob
til they see me leave in a saab
grand theft auto kinda live
hit me on my motorola sky
i glide through the mic like the late season sneakers
then run that back like lampers and sneakers
i shut down mc's from the court to the bleachers
i got some more butter bangers
i have the game chipped like mommy dearest with some hangers
you didn't know that i was dangerous
mc's don't be discouraged