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Second My Game Is Over

I close my eyes I understand it Since the moment that my luck Became my worst friend The only song I've played Sounds so boring My game is over I've

the fuckin? start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty I kiss my Grandma Goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my

They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now Honestly, I could give a fuck what you're blurting out Point, blank, I'm in the game rocking my

the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East! [Professor X]

on, my word is born [Z-Ro] They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm

you sellin crack It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood and patted down Searchin my person for

it ain't no love if it come down to it, second and first cousins even bleed Losing love for my partnas, because they treat me like a stranger Plus my nigga for life, is

game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days Ain't nuttin

big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is F'real, you know when