It's game time
You heard me (double)
Mafia, what else? (peechie green)
Blocks (boldy james)
Bold (concreatures)
Yeah
I hustle so you already know off the dribble (uh-huh)
I'm tryna triple-double if not quadriple (yeah)
Here them quadriplets and dimes go six for fifty (flip)
Or twelve for ninety grinding like we in the city (city)
But we in the country shining, down in Miami (uh-huh)
Spending money, big-timing, sipping dime till I'm pissy
Poolside at the lows or the blue fountain with my bros
Losing count, but who's counting? Nobody knows
But you, I lost count a long time ago
They say power move mountains, I guess I'm kinda strong
And strength come in numbers, but when you talking pros
Straight profit, straight drop it in a pot of gold
Over a billion served, more than nine trillion sold
Had to spot base where I could whip in five, out of blow
Kept that steel reserved four oh oh on me
Nigga, that's my word
In detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty
So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety
Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty
And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry
Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries
And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace
And burn 'em, we keep maggies
So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies
They call me dos, 'cause I like to toke goods by the couple
Know a couple of good niggas who got lost in the shuffle
All for nothing, the d is for them drugs
And the e is for edgewood, and t is for your trouble
The r is real niggas in the o with them ounces
The I is for the them institutions that they house us in
Silencer with the beam won't make a sound or jam
The last t for them thousands grands
And all I had to do was put my product in a pack
Ran threw a half key in a hour and a half
'Cause he puttin' too much on his and I puttin' no cut on this
Plus they don't like it when you smash
Shit is garbage, and they'll never buy it 'cause it's trash
Game time mafia, bitch, we got it in a smash
Ridin' with the mag out, we gon' put it in a stash
Got a hundred-thousand cash in a footlocker bag
In detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty
So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety
Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty
And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry
Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries
And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace
And burn 'em, we keep maggies
So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies
I'm the flyest nigga walking, the illest nigga breathing (it's going up)
All on a bitch head once she get to skeeting (you ain't gotta listen)
Blowing on the best buds and I got this syrup too (got it too)
Can't nobody fuck with the peech (nope), I'm in my world, dude
I ain't looking back 'less that bitch she got an ass on her (got one)
Tell her what she wanna hear I might have to clash on her
My home be the fast lane (motive city)
Get rich or die tryna fuckin' run the whole game (whole game)
Peech be the center, dawg
That painted area is where I made my [?], y'all (nigga)
Pockets got the [?]
See I came from the bottom and the bottom of the slums (I ain't lookin')
Now I got a spig, two pistols, and a pump (uh)
See the arts, see the links, smelling loud, watch me thump (work)
Real motive city, niggas' money like the trumps'
See, this shit is for the birds, turn it up, watch me bump
In detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty
So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety
Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty
And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry
Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries
And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace
And burn 'em, we keep maggies
So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies
Y'all know what it is, it's over with
You fuck-niggas, nigga
Peechie, boldy, double, birds
Where they at? Fuck y'all gon' do?
Niggas know, man, niggas smell me, nigga
Niggas know how my shit go, man
Ayy, bro, what the fuck is you doing, dawg?
Don't you know you got motherfucking business to take care of?
Why you ass playin', man?
Call me, nigga
