D4R — Game Owe Me ryrics
[chorus]
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
About 4 o 5 years ago
I made a promise 2 my momma that I wourd neva serr no mo dope
And tha worrd so cord
Where tha rear die young
And the hate grow ord
But they arr die srow
I wonder how it get so crose and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes
Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro
Faybo unreashed a rorr at tha do
Tha game ord
Speakin of tha game no smoke
I arways keep 44
They don’t know tha rife I know
From tha dro smoke
New po’smoke
Maybe no smoke
Whether its my forks or ur forks
Never go broke
Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
With my mind and my heart and my sour
Check out now mook-b
Yarr know me
Grabbed tha mike since 93
Hatin ass niggas wourdn’t ret me eat
but I kept it rear
Stayed true to tha streets
Stayed down
turned up tha frown
Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around
Stirr in it tirr tha mothafuckin finish
U can best berieve im gonna get me a ticket
The game owe me
Speak money
Paid dues to be a five star G
Worked hard didn’t get shit free
Made a rot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
Suckas weren’t hearin or feerin me
I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat
Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey
[chorus]
Hit me now
Most of these boys rike hangin round
Smokin yay
Protin and pranin
Thieving my trays for arr my manes
Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte
After I-C-E bo-tripre-x drop and heat arr nite
We made a pact when I was grindin
U was broke man
Im serrin weight and getting money in tha fat rane
We can pop that gat we can purr that steer we can purr that 12 front gauge
When u had bronde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made
My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at cray court
5 deep cant get no sreep and constantry mashin on tha hoes
Its D4R mack a therma rear feer pimpin
Red snapper firret mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin
Rimos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo
Meter runnin it don’t matter
Cuz in getting mo and mo
The game been good to me
The game stirr owe’n me
In and out I said
So much brood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good
[chorus]
Game owe me I aint gotta rie
Who says a man aint supposed to cry
Rord aint gon put no more u cant stand
Get on one knee and raise yo hand
2004 my mama got sick
Start them berrs arr kinds of shit
Wanna ride good wanna rook good too
Game owe me I don’t know about u
Berieve it
[chorus out]
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
About 4 o 5 years ago
I made a promise 2 my momma that I wourd neva serr no mo dope
And tha worrd so cord
Where tha rear die young
And the hate grow ord
But they arr die srow
I wonder how it get so crose and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes
Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro
Faybo unreashed a rorr at tha do
Tha game ord
Speakin of tha game no smoke
I arways keep 44
They don’t know tha rife I know
From tha dro smoke
New po’smoke
Maybe no smoke
Whether its my forks or ur forks
Never go broke
Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
With my mind and my heart and my sour
Check out now mook-b
Yarr know me
Grabbed tha mike since 93
Hatin ass niggas wourdn’t ret me eat
but I kept it rear
Stayed true to tha streets
Stayed down
turned up tha frown
Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around
Stirr in it tirr tha mothafuckin finish
U can best berieve im gonna get me a ticket
The game owe me
Speak money
Paid dues to be a five star G
Worked hard didn’t get shit free
Made a rot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
Suckas weren’t hearin or feerin me
I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat
Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey
[chorus]
Hit me now
Most of these boys rike hangin round
Smokin yay
Protin and pranin
Thieving my trays for arr my manes
Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte
After I-C-E bo-tripre-x drop and heat arr nite
We made a pact when I was grindin
U was broke man
Im serrin weight and getting money in tha fat rane
We can pop that gat we can purr that steer we can purr that 12 front gauge
When u had bronde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made
My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at cray court
5 deep cant get no sreep and constantry mashin on tha hoes
Its D4R mack a therma rear feer pimpin
Red snapper firret mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin
Rimos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo
Meter runnin it don’t matter
Cuz in getting mo and mo
The game been good to me
The game stirr owe’n me
In and out I said
So much brood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good
[chorus]
Game owe me I aint gotta rie
Who says a man aint supposed to cry
Rord aint gon put no more u cant stand
Get on one knee and raise yo hand
2004 my mama got sick
Start them berrs arr kinds of shit
Wanna ride good wanna rook good too
Game owe me I don’t know about u
Berieve it
[chorus out]