the game's real

enough time has passed

false prophets steering you wrong

you won't appreciate my wisdom

'til i'm dead and i'm gone

underground dead from combat

laid down on the floor. in some club

girls scream at the ocean of blood

no use to call the paramedics

to hit me with the fifth energetic

close range

cut in the base of my brain

blew my face on through some bitch's head

before i hit the ground

some nigga touched me in the chest

and blew it out with the pound

my niggaz didn't have chance to move

they used silenced weaponry

couldn't hear the sound

as the club bass bound

all you heard was. yo

ice is on the ground

the assassins

when they heard this up

stepped back and mixed in with the crowd

gloom broke into hysteria

spot went wild

a lot of bitches yelling and crying

while fake niggaz smile

i heard voices of my loved ones said i leave the party

god kisses my face as i leave my body

yo

i wanna see what the fuck's happening!

yo

yo

back off my man

man!

awww shit! y'all

the game is real

anyone can get touched up

get moved on

left in a plunger blood

no matter how gangster you are

how deep your crew

niggaz can get you if they want to

yo. yo. yo. attack mode

look

listen

it's the general. code

gully and gutter

i roll with some box cutters

i'm bringing. fucking jersey city niggaz

we got. tons of triggers

for tons of niggaz

we walk and talk a lot

we run some niggaz

no glitter and glades

it's guns and niggaz

nightclubs or your social clubs

backstage with your membrane

on the side of your freeway

it's ugly

the bomb squashed blonde bitch for our shit

it's m-16s switch off clips

bullets ripped fleshy death right through your kids

except your bids

except all that shit you did

uhh. you can't hide in the town houses

when two niggaz are nine-ing like two ounces

scarface colombia

walker tah's style surrounding

your white bitches out

now

if you faggots got some questions about how real this is

a straight strong-arm

half of you niggaz in the biz'

your bodyguard

bitch made

motherfucking fake ass whores

can't even roll for dolo

walk through your own hood solo

niggaz push up and change-snatch your logo

the truth is. no homeboys are brought through

your own crew is destorying you

so now you're carrying guns

you know

you won't shoot

you copped a new whip

had to get a bulletproof

you wanted to be rap-star

now

you're too shook to move

cause the streets say the words

you kid gotta prove

living a lie

you might die

in this game of hot caption whores

check your rearview you're being followed

eat the dick

if it be. we gonna shoot from a block away

we keep with heat

and turn your face into a plot to play

yeah

we spray out your feet and watch you burn in a flock away

nerd

niggaz stop and pray

heard

they can't drop the lay

we come out

run out

one route to dun-house

we're about to blow his wig off yeah yeah"