Recognize Game lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : Recognize Game



 Send "Recognize Game" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Ice T Too $hort

Ice T
Intro:
Well alright. Spice 1 in the
hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house
bitch).
WIth the L.A. Players (soldiers to the
game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep game fool).
Ant
Banks at the crackhouse
ha ha ha better
recognize game when it's in your face
bitch).

Ice T:
It's obvious mad cash
got me gassed
Shark tanks and views
millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never
lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and
crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun
shots
Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin'
cops a deal
if they don't kneel, They get
peeled
Bitches recognize I never have no drama
with death
Bustas always try I leavin' 'em
gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen make a mil
and if this shit don't sell
I still got the
street powder back to flippin' flower
South
Central nigga what?
The representer, damn your
girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be
my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a
quarter
To state to my man for man
slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took her
out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch (That's
fair play)

Hook:
You've got the gangstas
that I have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game
when it's in your face
"Well alright ch'all"
"ha ha ha"

Too Short:
You think the
town rid of Short?
You must be crazy, that
silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I
could make a phone call and just like that
A
bunch of niggas from Oakland all on your
back
I've never been a shot caller just a
nigga in a crew
They call me Too Short but I'm
still bigger than you bitch
I been around you
can take a turn but don't get burned
I've seen
the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich
niggas go broke
Use to be a wanna but now I'm
old school Short
In the game never had the
stacks since age 14
I been spittin' these raps
soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up
I fucked with same folks
Still did the same
stuff
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
I know
you want my dick cause it's all in your
mouth

Hook

Spice 1:
Picture the
game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh
ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas
are players (x2)
Say what up to the S.P.
crooked I.C.E.
Ra rolling with the strap on
the side of me
Potna don't get it twisted up I
got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips
lookin' at Eclipse jacussi dips
Niggas step
back I don't know you
Don't get to close to
me
Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker
they suppose to be
Cloud killers don't aim
until you shoot in the air
Better put it down
and brake some hoes off like a true
player
Phoney as three dollar bills niggas
ain't recognizin'
Fell in the relapse besides
I'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when
you see me I be hardcore
What the fuck a real
nigga gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of
these bubblegum ass niggas
throwin' monkey
wrenches into the game
And all the players and
pimps feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches
and keepin' presidentals
Not artfical with
fishin' niggas know I'm packin' missles
Get me
two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet
skis
Ballin' till I die nigga don't fuck with
S.P.I.

Hook