Play The Game lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Play The Game



 Send "Play The Game" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Intro]

You niggas is soldiers man

Fuckin' toy soldiers

Yeah get in line
cadet

Aten Hut!



Yayo you punk
ass bitch.

I know you cant wait to get off
house arrest nigga.

So you can run the fuck
outta New York, you faggot



[Chorus]

Niggas tryna play the game with
50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Why you tryna
play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent,
50 Cent

So why you tryna play the game with
only 50 Cent

Come back when you got a
couple dollars holla.



[Verse 1]

You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this
game

Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my
own thang

I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont
share your brain

I was in the fast lane
before the G-Unit chain

You was hatin on Ja
cause him and Irv went pop now your ass run around
singing the Candy Shop

After 'Westside
Story' I took your fans

I seen it for
myself that bitch Olivia's a man.

I got
word from the wise nigga you dead wrong

stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for
his headstone

Nigga got mad when 'How We
Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he
Got Rich and Stop Tryin'

Got niggas locked
up you a snitch in Queens

Told them Touch
shot Pac then ratted out Supreme

But on the
rizeal im talkin about you and me

Toe to toe
5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot



Banks is a bitch,
50 is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch,
Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, ha. God
damn



[Verse 2]

You reported
more names than the evening news

I guess
now Reebok making cement shoes

Yayo the
only real muthafucka from the street

You
swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats

Ok. One.  Two.  Three. Four, flat line

If
you say you wrote my shit one more time

You
ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop
Tryin

Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he
start lying

Lil' snitch what you know about
movin' in silence?

Even NYPD can't deny
it

The life of your story is fuckin'
Vivica

But your baby mama left you cause
you couldn't get it up, bitch



Yayo
went to jail, Banks sold a mil, then Buck sold a
mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia
whose titties aint real.

Now they all
hiding behind the police shield



[Chorus]



[Outro]

G-G-G-G-you
niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas

I told
you this shit was real, nigga

This is Fat
Rat nigga, mutha fucka

All you get up on
there is sing a few hooks

Nigga you wanna
claim a niggas fame, nigga

You was our
Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga

What the fuck
is you talkin about you wrote something nigga

The Real is the real, nigga

Black
Wallstreet, nigga

The Black Wallstreet,
nigga

Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga

I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them
games, nigga

I told my nigga lemme get that
last 16, nigga

Im Rapping right now,
nigga

But im spitting it real nigga

You know who im talkin to nigga

50,
nigga

Bitch ass nigga

Black
Wallstreet, nigga

Brasil and Wimelton

What block you on, nigga?

We'll be
there!

What block you on?

Scary ass
nigga

Fuck this shit man

Niggas woke
me up with that bullshit, nigga.