operator She'll put me through and a minute later. I'll get a message to you And baby soon as I do Game's up baby I know baby I know . . . Game's up
stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
It's come to my room, I make her feel like it's Egypt And she leave out that room feelin' like a paraplegic My fuck game is my capital feature I stuff her ass up
Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos. Pussy so pink like my Kitty sayin' Hello
back [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Ok, hello it's da Martian Space jam Jordans I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step up
's blessin Confession, my love no contestin I need affection [P. Diddy] Yes I need affection, let's go Mario! [Mario Winans] Girl what the hell is
on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is
and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. [P. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's
though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's
mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul
Bad Boy in' the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
Eh yo what's up playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest
Latest fashion from Hermain and tar When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori
up, hold up, yo yo yo yo It's your boy Lil? Jon, right It's time to take this thing to another level! Let?s go! Let?s go! Let me see you get hands up
We live life on da edge like there's no tomorrow They grind hard like there's no today They do the same shit like it's yesterday The game never stop, so who's
in the game So when it's time to re-up I'm knee deep in the cane, damn Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you Mayne If you get jammed up don't mention my
