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Verse 1
Ice -T,
Players on the
Hill,
Fort
Knox baby,
Straight
Lace
East and
West,
Shaheen's in the house,
Shaolin yeah,
Real
Players
Unite,
Raw
Breeze in the
house,
It's going down,
Check it,
Pop the
Remy kick back and let the
player represent
Then I floss through
Boss
Game and take aim
Suck a wannabe, nigga, please you agree
I bend holes on the down low,
banks obscene
Wanna chill with this, bet
you wish you could
Suck game out my ass like sponges,
I run this
You can't sleep with my
Cee -Lo, the nigga born to be low
When I'm on the
East, I play
Cee -Lo, cash flow
A one -track mind, serial hustler
Quick to break or bust a snitch, I dust ya
Barely ballin' faster, no hustlin' faster
Game maker,
I knock a white girl and break her
You can't see me, motherf***er,
your focus is off
You can't feed me, motherf***er,
you're broke and you're soft
Man, you keep tryin' to perp
my lifestyle romancin'
I was kickin' game and y 'all
kids was breakdancin'
Overlords, so why you actin'
like you dead?
Probably because my aim
is hopin' I can
Ted's
East coast, west coast,
I play the whole map and bounce
You got a
Benz but livin' your mom's down
I'm just tryin' to
Tryin' to get my cash on
Tryin' to get the money
on the static, baby
Just tryin' to get paid
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna get the real money
Just keep it movin' baby,
just keep it movin' baby
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna get the real money
I'm on the static here,
just tryna get paid, feel me
so I'm tryna get the real money
I kick back and bum the rap tapes late
Turn out the lights,
make your shit bright, yeah
I kicked back in the leather,
get my thoughts together
Listen to the
MCs kick the clever
Ill type flows and complicated
vocal patterns
Meticulous verbal assaults and topic matter
It sends chills through my bones,
when I hear an
MC rip a microphone, I gotta rap
Jones
But when you start to get game,
you're my rank cousin
You thought I'd let you slide by,
real players knew I wasn't
Gonna let you look into a magazine and drain
the name of a thousand damn designers
You ain't never motherfuckin' seen
One day, yes one day, you might forget it
But when I see you on the streets,
kid, you look pathetic
I'm askin' street game
when I was younger
Old
Hustler said I got that true
pimp hunger
That's why I got the mad
street clout
And when you see me on the street,
I will be butters, no doubt
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
Keep it movin', baby,
keep it movin', yeah, yeah
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
You know what I do out there in the streets,
yeah, yeah
that's a player faker
Ain't ever been through nothin',
you're frontin'
Dear
God, I can't imagine what it's like to rap about a lifestyle
that you ain't never lived in f***in' life
Versace!
But you barely got a f***in' belt
Las
Vegas!
And you ain't never rolled
a f***in' felt
N****s know the ice is clean
as treasury plates
Whether mashin'
NSX or lickin' hot
Bo
Gates
My reputation's like bulletproof
Known to mash by in the limo with the
hookahs hangin' out the roof
My game's to blueprint your work off, kid
What you prayin' that you do,
yo, I done already did
Never claimed to be the greatest rapper,
and I don't give a f***
Only claim to be a hustler,
know how to check a buck
You wake up one day and realize
G
Come back down to reality
You're broke as f***,
I know your player hatin' me
So what's the problem, man?
Keep it movin', baby
Tryna get my cash on, just like you
I'm a hustler for life, on the hill
G#
Am
E
keep the mood
Am
E
Am
keep the mood
keep the mood
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