mlcspinner
Please make me mod
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its my awesome rep total
this goes out to all you haters out there
Actin’ like a brother done did somethin’ wrong
Cause he got his game tight
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Sometimes I get illy, cock back the nine-milli
I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly
Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli
Swimming pool in my livin’ room, I guess i’ma willy
I don’t get high, so I don’t split the phillies
Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: "oh really? "
Hit my kawazakie I pull off on a willy
This is straight-lace pimpin’, I know you hoes feel me
I come through - make your whole club petrol
You might as well let go, I blast, make the whole cub echo
You don’t really wannna test an l.a. vet though
Most of my crews’ on death row - the real!!
Quick with the trigger, nice with the steel
Step into the kill zone caps get peeled
You whack!! you lookin’ for a record deal
Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneel
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don’t hate, cause my game’s much, tighter than yours
My girls, finer than yours
My jewels shine, brighter than yours
You look me dead in my face
Then you act like you don’t see me
You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin’ guts
Lickin’ nuts - what’s the deal?
It’s a level playin’ field, my games’ against yours, hustlin’ wars
Roll the dice, risk your motherfuckin’ life
Bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes
Ridin’ rolls in a week, clap a nigga who speaks
I’m suceedin’, in tryin’ to keep from bleedin’ in the lane
Crystal meth, f.c.c., and crack, cocaine
Got a nigga tryin’ to figure out the best route
I got cops in my rear view too, but I’ll shoot
Every bitch I meet is fuckin’ up to somethin’
Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumpin’
Gat pumpin’, they’ll kill your ass for a g
Hate the game motherfucker don’t hate me
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Yo, my name will sell better than rap like the ? acropalis?
Suckers might as well step back, there ain’t no stoppin’ this
Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this
I still got more lexus’ and gators on my shoppin’ list
Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid
Hit more licks than you and never caught a bid
Make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig
Bald-headed hoes step back, bitch go and cop a wig
When I do a show, best believe it drop
Every night I got my straps, best believe they cocked
Some bitch talks crazy, then that bitch gets socked
If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped
Fuck the cops, I’m still foldin’ fat knots
Catch me on the weekend, floatin’ my yacht
Say ice kick some game and I’ll teach you a lot
Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
I don’t know why a player wanna hate t
I didn’t choose the game, the game chose me
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More deep insight...
Though the times are getting wicked I'm older
I got a chip on my shoulder
True players always maintaing, I'm different I told ya
Don't want to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery
Back then I guess it was hard to see
The real paradox
What an artist see
It's like that saying
Be careful what you pray for you might get it
Of course it's all about winning and money but how far will we let it
Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em
Rain one day sunshine the next
Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed
What's next accounted by the press
Mad stress on my chest
Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the test
On "Any Given Saturday" I got to play my best
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on any given Saturday
The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Strive to achieve and die for what you believe
On the battlefields left abandoned
One man standing
To me the ball was handed
Taken shots and left stranded,
No defensive they tackle me
Every blow brings back a memory
Learning lessons from my injury
It's killing me
Cause at first they wasn't feeling me
Never given a chance to show my true ability
Too many pressures trying to play me out
Put me positions that's sure to lay me out
No doubt
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on any given Saturday
The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Strive to achieve and die for what you believe
Playing on a field of hard times
These struggles are like the yardlines that I gain from
Nowhere is where I came from
From day one, I knew the game and how to play run
But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons
Now I learn from self when pain comes
And walk when they say run
Fame can be as painful as
Death of patron
Young black, gifted
But I'm rapped in myself
Broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself
See what happens with wealth
At times you can lose yourself
During the sunniest of days many superstars fell
From cotton to football fields
You know how they play brothers
As long as we play well they love us
I know that on Any Given Saturday
This can be taken from me
But it all comes down to is money
I know that on Any Given Saturday
This can be taken from me
But it all comes down to is money y'all
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on Any Given Saturday
The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Strive to achieve and die for what you believe
I joined in 2006 ..... let me just say things have changed greatly here and not for the good. FYI when, as people have been saying, Mods are leaving there is a reason for that and it usually is because they are sick and tired of dealing with tons of BS.
As a Mod at another site and a person who used to be a Mod at IE I know what I'm talking about.
Look in the mirror
Open your eyes and look around
Mods are leaving there is a reason for that and it usually is because they are sick and tired of dealing with tons of BS.