DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA

DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA - Game 4 Sale lyrics

rate me

(feat. Yukmouth, Mac Mall)

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

Nobody knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

Shit nobody knows, knows, knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

See nobody knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

We got game for sale

[Verse 1]

How I do it, I put this spunk right into it

Act like I never knew ya, blast and run right through ya

Bust ya in the head with something

Bet ya my nigga we ain't playin'

Break the safe and start payin'

I got whatever ya need, big faces

For dollars I'm chasin' if I want it I take it

Ain't no mystery or no myth when I'm takin' ya shit

And you'll be history just dead in a ditch

Young Daz the assassin I hold it down for my crown

Huh, I lay it down for the whole Dogg Pound

How that sound, a nigga playin' me out

Ya get pound with no doubt we bustin' ya mouth

Young nigga

[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

Peep game

[Verse 2]

On a street train pushin' my thoughts, we got hustle

For the right price hittin' the lab we got buckles

Tech notes, look at me slow with face won't

Project game travel to city

We take over ya mind frame

Do some things ya can't did

We made men, complete with cash ya can't spend

Mind balls, but not that mind ya used to

The new crew, hard knock life we too cool

We made that, we call strikes from way back

And take that, cell phone calls they can't track

Face slaps, see this shit from roof tops

When the drought here, can't outrun the two cops

The foot work spot and move we cop them dues

Keep the big face in they socks and shoes

Raised by old timers and laced with old game

Bait and switch partner and take the whole thing

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Hey yo, hey yo

All I wanna do is put my hands on some Benjis

Drink Remy Martin until it's empty

Slap twenty-twos on the Bentley

It's niggas like you who been tryin' for centuries

We'll still touch em' like Ren and Stimpy

The train still rockin' big body Benzy in a frenzy

Pocket full of stones like Pimp C on ya ten speed

Don't tempt me, niggas layed up with the semi for ten G's

I'm simply rock for the block and penitentiaries

It's red dream shit and "Thug Lord" shit

Take them niggas to park quick, make em' forfeit

This the ayatollah, the number one spot holder

Glad ya glock sewed up, take the rap and it's over

Told ya I'm the tightest motherfucker upon em'

Dustin' em' all and fuck y'all niggas suck balls

And I buck y'all with my niggas Ball and Daz dilly

Fingerprint the mac milli and slap his ass silly

[Verse 4]

I was a ho wet dream, a broke bitch nightmare

Serve her game before we start the affair

Mac usually never bless no squares

Suckers say yo prayers and have mine when I get there

Plus I use a M-5 for you to get yo live

Mr. Jesus ho gave yo about loot

Niggas bossin' for that chastity and game too

Cops dis and out front y'all few

That's out, so every motherfuckin' sentence count

I shook the game butt naked and made it work my route

Make my name taste like a glock nine in ya mouth

Make a name, hang out with Roger Trout boss game, 535 stash

Independent and Mac owned, I leave the sahde trees alone

Man I'm about to have this shit sewn

Dillinger and Yuk and nigga now I'm three

Cut up and smash on they ass with no apology

[Verse 5]

I got heat for you niggas, speed for you niggas

Thought I couldn't come with official game

It ain't for play, I ain't playin'

Take the dollar squad name

I split duck and hit toke and take this to the brain

Fool I do the damn thing, I bust so tremendous

So what's at stake for those that fake and hate

Old niggas have to deal with little

Followin' fetti trails I head to the ghetto

Doin' dirt in the gritty ghetto

It's young T-Bone stackin' P

I bet a grand, standin' next to me is Samuel C.

I'm Everclear a hundred proof and I'm hard to drink

My Ph is like ya throwin' a case

This game is for sale

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

Nobody knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

Shit nobody knows, knows, knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

See nobody knows

Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale

We got game for sale

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