DR. AMA - No More Games lyrics

rate me

I'm a make the whole world know my name

I'm a take the microphone, show my flame

Put rap in a chokehold, no more lames

I'm oh so serious, no more games

Dark Skinned is ours, send express to shifty

Cream 750, material chestnut

Fresh cut, passenger, side chick, Scandinavian next month

We them niggas, who gon' test us?

Caught dude, ten MPH on the dash

All crew, I stack the blow, ten on stash

Old regime gleem, rulers of the tri-state

We migrate to the club, where the coverage our rate

Why hate, in the corner acting all irate

Fix your face, keep your eyes straight, homey, cause my apes

Eat gorilla food, feed on goons, plotting on my cape

Lead by the bang, so die by the bang is my fate

Migrating, chasing that paper ridiculous

Move meticulous, can't compare no crip to us

So get with us, add on, with no crabs

Costing to grab on, we be about it

Snitches get they blab on, 7 O.D. to death

Never jump shit, rather put the fifth to the forehead early

Kaboom, guess who stepped in the room?

Dr. A-M-A, crept in your girls womb

Feddi fiend, heavy green, way down the pickets

I'm sick with this, make them fake sick with this, this year

For dividends, easy work, work, get it in

Simpletons Stapleton, S.I., crush simple men

Simple and plain, mentals insane

Credentials the grain, take heed, S.I.N.Y.

Where apes breed, thirsty, suffer from rehearsal

Totable cake needs, straight cheese

Cat pass the Henny, white bowl, pass the haze, please

Best believe, I'm a rob something, clown niggas

Try to squash beef, but me? Resolve nothing

Mind define portable M-6, with stain clips

With twin pulls ready for war, ready for war, get sent cause

Pay with my life, label my life for yours

Don't matter, two ki's, two hundred G's a breeze

Fifty g's a sneeze, forty caliber squeeze

No chatter, lay it flat, no flatter, matter fact, die snitch, die