You want to get into that game The secret game where bet is pain Like playing dice with no numbers Who dares will win, but still who cares... There
be next to me or near by Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm a fair guy Just approach with caution, be aware because I don't share my Throne, my
eyes Onto the path of the mystical teaching the math No more to suffer - it's time for the wrath Feel the power On to the throne, the throne I come forth
of Da Ghetto And I'm here, to reclaim my throne In a relationship, with a chick 4-4 And nigga my bitch, be blazing domes If y'all fellas, wanna play game
be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain cause if you don't they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne win it just to stay in the game
whipping But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out Still in the game
Wearing pain like it's cologne, y'all niggaz tell me to be strong But y'all niggaz don't even know, what the fuck is really going's on After done-datta, searching for my throne
the game recognize me as the best I go from home to the dome If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne [Z-Ro] Living in the passenger side, a
Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne
the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game
, neck, ass Henny and haze make the sex last Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show me, moby Ayo I'm back spittin' game
want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
'd they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast Feed me rappers
little game you had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game
't look back no more Break your heart and torment your soul They sold my name after they stole my shame Sold my name ah yeah Tumbled my game, tumbled their game
friends for miles around. I was a lion in my winter. What good's a lion, lord, without a crown. You're living in a cave, man, upon your marble throne
