All It Takes lyrics

Artist  : Mac Dre 
Song : All It Takes



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 [Chorus 2x]
A little bit of game is all it takes
A little bit of game goes a long long way

[Verse 1]
Cuddie I dont sleep much, 'cause when I close my
eyes
I hear cries from my potna's who lost they lives
Visions of bloody brutality's reality
Gotta stay focused and hope it dont affect my
salary
Them calories, they keep my pockets fat, I got to
stack a grip
Try not to trip, and keep them gold diggers off
my dick
I'm gettin' sick 'cause I drink 24-7
The way I'm livin' now, if I die, theres no
heaven
Gotta help my potnas in the pen 'cause they
livin' broke
This aint no joke, on parole and I cant smoke
No sticky indo, roll down the window
'Cause if I breathe(?) the task is back ??? like
Nintendo
Gotta play the game like a professional
If you aint having money I got to let you go
I need to let you know the rules before you ???
Rule number one potna, never should you
pimpatrate
I spit this pimpin' straight and cut no addatives
Just nouns and adjectives, how mad you get dont
mattter bit*h
I'm a player so I serve the game
Maintain campaign, and have thangs

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Back in '92 I was drowned in them big cases
But now its '97 and I'm counting them big faces
I switched places with them sardines and squares
The ??? fillet mignon, and garlic bread
A hard head, big heart, and gorilla nuts
 
Got me mobbin' thru the bay like I dont give a
f**k
I'm whipped, equipped, and stay dipped in butter
sauce
Pill if shes real, no scrill I cut her off
'Cause fine as* bit*hes with the empty bank book
Is worse than them ugly muthaf**kas who cant cook
My game cooked for five years in the feds
Now its time for these game hungry niggas to get
fed
I get bread, so them suckas down me
Smile in my face but clown me when they not
around me
Talk down on my every move, but I couldnt give a
damn
Playas do what they want, and suckas do what they
can

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
7-5-70, my DOB, uhh
And I've been breakin' hoes since '83, what?
Money makers manual, handle my business discretly
Dont give my home phone number out, beep me
'Cause aint no tellin' who be tellin', or who
they tell
And plus I heard that they be sellin' kinfolk the
yayo
Boy get your mail, dont act like your lil sista
If you lackin' in this mackin' boy I bet you fist
her
Get some get right as I come tight to this Doo
Doo Dumb
Track, that cat K-Lou, knew how to come
With Mac Dre, that 3 C veteran
More game than March Madness, and dope as
exederin
Hit big licks, wouldnt pull no small capers
I'm a be a dog and stay up like wall paper
Look at these break bit*hes like they stank
Collect my bank and stay sharp as a shank

[Chorus]