Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali
was quittin' the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
it in, I get it up in da game I get it in, I get it in, I get it in, I get up in the thing. Get it Omarion Done wit them boys, boys, she done found
in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a
8 weeks Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets Put my life on the line But I'm likely to grind I'm on top of the game Fuck if you like it or not
that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your the new boyz and shit, The only thing your doing is acting like them other fake boys
whole damn staff I can see what you thinkin' (See) You know you want it as bad as I do Tell me what you drinkin' (Tell me) Pimp Juice? Oh, I got a case of that too And that shit stankin' (Stankin') Like Cali chronic for them L.A. boys
You make hit records and you still can't rap I said it before I'll say it again you don't believe me, ask your fans When I walked into Cali The place
the gangsta lean The real one, huh? What? The real one, huh, nigga, what? It's '98, playa, check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name
your boys aint here Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs Playahatin you gets no love Run and get your boys
:] Now If You Come Down To This Dirty South Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country Boys Talk With A Dirty Mouth And Dey On Dem Cornas N Dey Hustlin Up Da Dirty Deep Betta Watch Dem Dirty Boys
underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel Nigga just sound the bell Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga
sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win [
out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are certified, they our rentals) [Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang] For these mean streets from Cali
s the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia Game
ladies man I think yo wife want me I'm floing stupid big u get dat loud pack And all my girlz lik girlz nigga how fly is dat I giv my roof a track u boys
