作词 : Master P
作曲 : Master P/C. Bazille
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All y'all gangster nigga
Y'all mother****ing gangsta niggas out there (the **** game
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the **** game
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like ****ing number
Black on black crime, niggaz it go like this her
We live an eye for an eye
You kill me, i kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pu****ingng rock
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death
Goddamn thinking "the shit?", it could be m
My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking i'm gone, oh my lord
My little homie tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain't about me or you mother****er
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock
I'm thinking about tic-toc boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket mother****ingp mother****er, it's the temple of doo
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicke
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that shit and they wate
And they to ****ing high, to see the enem
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to m
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd ward, caliope projects
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
Thats happening in my hood mother****er
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryin
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murde
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas banging like charlie cha
You'd better pack a piece mother****e
And welcome to the never ending game
The never ending game, (the **** game) the never ending gam
Will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoke
Welcome to the never ending game
Will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets
And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every mother****ing day another niggas gets smoke
And momma pray it ain't me
But i'm addicted to this **** game, addicted to this green chees
I be making mail like the mailman
This is for my partners in the hood pu****ingng massive cain (ice cream
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
You think i'm bout to reject
When a nigga get some money, i got them gats ****ed up nigga
I ain't living like no dummy
If i die, i ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will i retire and give it up realize
Thats this my only mission of money
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funn
But i got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting ****ing scandalous
And i have to hurt niggas
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in wor
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord
So i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a ****, my clique is ready to hang mother****e
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of mother****ers walking with gat
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking mother****ers mother****ing ungh, thats why they bar
Like dogs, watch a nigga har
And i be slanging shit like i'm getting paid like lou rollin
And the white folks can't stop this
And the taz can't stop this mother****er, cause i'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause i'm major
And if i die mother****er retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 g's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a mother****er please, even if i'm dead g
And when i go out, i'm going out with a bang
So mother****er what you heard and welcome to the never ending game
作词 : Master P
作曲 : Master P/C. Bazille
Check this out playas
All y'all gangster nigga
Y'all mother****ing gangsta niggas out there (the **** game
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the **** game
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like ****ing number
Black on black crime, niggaz it go like this her
We live an eye for an eye
You kill me, i kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pu****ingng rock
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death
Goddamn thinking "the shit?", it could be m
My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking i'm gone, oh my lord
My little homie tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain't about me or you mother****er
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock
I'm thinking about tic-toc boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket mother****ingp mother****er, it's the temple of doo
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicke
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that shit and they wate
And they to ****ing high, to see the enem
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to m
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd ward, caliope projects
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
Thats happening in my hood mother****er
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryin
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murde
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas banging like charlie cha
You'd better pack a piece mother****e
And welcome to the never ending game
The never ending game, (the **** game) the never ending gam
Will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoke
Welcome to the never ending game
Will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets
And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every mother****ing day another niggas gets smoke
And momma pray it ain't me
But i'm addicted to this **** game, addicted to this green chees
I be making mail like the mailman
This is for my partners in the hood pu****ingng massive cain (ice cream
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
You think i'm bout to reject
When a nigga get some money, i got them gats ****ed up nigga
I ain't living like no dummy
If i die, i ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will i retire and give it up realize
Thats this my only mission of money
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funn
But i got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting ****ing scandalous
And i have to hurt niggas
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in wor
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord
So i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a ****, my clique is ready to hang mother****e
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of mother****ers walking with gat
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking mother****ers mother****ing ungh, thats why they bar
Like dogs, watch a nigga har
And i be slanging shit like i'm getting paid like lou rollin
And the white folks can't stop this
And the taz can't stop this mother****er, cause i'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause i'm major
And if i die mother****er retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 g's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a mother****er please, even if i'm dead g
And when i go out, i'm going out with a bang
So mother****er what you heard and welcome to the never ending game