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Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O- Z's
D
Em
From hand- held, digital to triple- beam
Now my pa- ger's an e-
Expanded my game off into
amphetamines
Looked around and had a small
Wallgreens
Put tha word out on tha street,
don't you fuck wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner,
come let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out,
phone a ching ching
Just another,
hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle
to my dreams
'Cause the house, the cars,
and the coffee take green
I might ride tha Range wit
tha Roley on the rocks
Or push a candy colored cutless wit
a matchin G- Shock
When the, spot get hot don't stop,
move shop
Find another block restock and
Verse 2
Fuck tha game don't let
and rock jewels
Verse 3
Em
C
Em
Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let
and rock jewels
Verse 4
ya smell me?
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey Roleys, dude
that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me,
now they owe me
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you fly, stand by,
I stand by tha captain
Am
Em
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a
hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man,
I walk in yo church reekin'
Now Lester called me a heathen
old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat
Verse 5
Fuck tha game don't let
Bm
Em
D
the game fuck you
and rock jewels
Greed, hate, envy,
Verse 6
Fuck tha game don't let
Bm
Em
D
the game fuck you
and rock jewels
Verse 7
One time checkin' out in the Range
Rover
(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww
shit they pulled me over
What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo?
Speed limit 30 just doin' 34
"Yeah son, where the gun?"
It's at home wit tha dope
"Oh you a smart ass ha?"
Nah that's my lil joke
"How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain't
no need to be provoked
Besides everything up in
here done been smoked
Em
C
Em
tapes and CDs
Pocket full of G's and two
tickets across seas
So me and my boo can lay
under the palm trees
Ain't no more questions then
D
Am
Em
hand me my ID
You could tell he was pissed
'Cause the black man in
the black Range
Doin' black things wit his black change
Doin' the right thing,
drivin' his ass insane
And if I wasn't in his face he probably
Verse 8
Fuck tha game don't let
and rock jewels
Verse 9
Fuck tha game don't let
Bm
Em
D
the game fuck you
and rock jewels
Verse 10
Em
C
Em
Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do
Verse 11
Fuck tha game don't let
Bm
Em
D
the game fuck you
Outro 1
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