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Verse 1
and teach you about the agony of defeat
it's rough tackle
The field's full of players
and they all tryin' to score
The whole team sits on the
bench in a downpour
Cause no matter the weather,
Competing with other teams,
gotta be cats with no conscience
They know how to carry that rock
Dm
Am
Make their hand off, and run off the block
It's hard to get first down
And niggas see the pigskin, they blast cops
So federal agents, dress as mascots
Niggas hold weight, but it's not for niffing
niggas sniffin'
And the concession stand is so sick
Servin' you the cat, rat,
and dog on a stick
The game don't stop,
cats keep playin'
Dm
Am
Some got hit hard and wound up layin'
Out in the field,
but the fans keep playin'
Understand what I'm sayin',
it's just an unfriendly gang
This ain't America,
this ain't America
Yo, ayo, it's Monday night,
we on some watch the game shit
Cause look, there's a bunch
of niggas in the huddle
Cause that's Pookie,
he the fuckin' quarterback
he the fuckin' running back
Cause he always say he gon' quit,
and he always wind up runnin' back
The rest of them,
I'll just say they play the line
And if they make a wrong move,
they penalized
Not by the referee,
but by Pookie brother Jeffery
And Jeff don't touch shit,
he sit and watch
He the one that make
the deals happen
Smokin' big cigars,
while the stars is in the field scrappin'
But tonight,
they line of scrimmage got penetrated
Now they wearing stripes and a pin,
guess that's how the game go,
Dm
Am
nigga you don't know, highlights of ten
Early in the day, police arrested 12
The cartel known on
was transporting large
amounts of marijuana
and shipments of Little League
football equipment
There's a new team in
from out of town,
what's the sound?
Out of bounds
And the front line niggas stay
so you won't make a sack of money
somebody drops the ball
And the next team be right
there to take it all
Now somebody new's trying
to make a score in your territory
It's the same old story
And if you want your corner back,
you better wear a vest
Believe me,
that shit can be a humdinger
The halftime show's kinda ill
The game don't stop,
the cats keep playing.
Dm
Am
Some got hit hard an d wound up laying.
Out in the field,
but the fans keep playing.
Understand what I'm saying,
it's just an unfriendly game.
This ain't America, is it?
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Where can I be?
Dm
Am
Meanwhile, back in Brooklyn...
Yo, Lisa, check this out.
It's Tyrique, alright?
I don't really want no problems
with you and shit.
I just need my fucking car.
You heard? You had my shit for a while.
I want my motherfucking keys.
I want my title.
This ain't no game keep
fucking with me
you gonna turn up missing you ain't more
than your feelings hurt bitch in my shit
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