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Daz Dillinger&JTthe Bigga Figga Game for Sale Here are the song lyrics for Game for Sale by Daz Dillinger&JTthe Bigga Figga. For more excellent Daz Dillinger&JTthe Bigga Figga lyrics, run a search! Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com [Verse 1] I'm from the home where the niggas push tapes out the trunk And make movies with they lunch money filmin' out trucks Independent rap movin' tapes like crack Got em' hooked on this West Coast rap, we got stacks Adapts and M-P-Cs and mic chords Thug shit, something we on and fight for Bring it all together and start with group ten All the homies on the block is my distribution Cheap for staff, keep the heat and cash No matter the situation hit the gas and dash We got it locked door, copped mo' niggas from the block so You can't fuck with this, we got scripts [Hook] All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale See nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale See nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale Nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale We got game for sale [Verse 2] Show me right, I don't know whether rhyme or write Then hit you with the shit ya don't like Me and my nigga's game be trunk tight We down to blast on sight Hit a nigga with the infrared light So when we see his family we know it's on on site It don't matter, young nigga get down evry night Holdin' bitch nigga wifey up for the right price Give me a couple of cakes and I'll the bitch escape [Verse 3] All I wanna do is get rich, stack my chips Slap a bitch if she think that shit sick Only fuckin' with niggas that keep it real in the game I ain't fuckin' with you suckers tryin' to hate on my name It's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brain Quick to explain, you know, I don't give a dang I'ma ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off I'm a hustlin' bitch that can't take no loss [Verse 4] And it's Kurupt, the real close, nigga become ya folk When ya fall out over dope money and coke money Ain't shit funny, niggas kill for the quick money It's real in the shady world of fake and falsey Nigga don't dare to cross me I'm a jewel in the game And you's a fool in the game without a tool in the game End up catchin' a slug to the brain I warned you once Now them same niggas that's plottin' Is them same niggas you smokin' blunts with Hope you still while I'm sick of this shit I spent a lot of nights tryin' to plant blunts for a lick Couldn't go through with it cause of a guilty conscience Many mobsters say they real but they really imposters Money I don't got a lot of, a lot of Get ya money and try to do right in the game Ain't about to the gang Walk up out of the game, we make mail nigga For the right price we got game for sale nigga [Hook]
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