Lil B - The Game On Lock lyrics

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[Verse One]

The whole world on my dick, I cannot wait

Keep the .45 on my side like a prom date

Me and two shooters, twin Glocks with the rubric

Don't look when he's shooting, just pop in and do it

Got the same gun that Pac did in juice

Seen niggas snitch, cops let him loose

What I gotta do I don't respect those rules

Fake niggas hate mirrors I can see right through

Come on my team you can push white too

Late nights I was out, late nights with the snake bites

Don't get back 'til you gettin' all the cake right

Seen a pimp nigga make a bitch really hate life

Wanna be a g, I'mma show you what this k like

Wanna see red like I'm pressing on the brake lights

Grew up in the 90s, way too grimy

Really love the hood but they hate when you shining

My gun gon' blind 'em

Niggas did me bad that's the fucking last time I'mma show you 'bout mine

Had to slow down cause it's all about time

People stuttered on me but I still push a line

You talkin' bout a bitch but it's money on my mind

Niggas in jail doin' time like Shyne

Tip off the court cause they still dropping dimes

You can fuck his bitch but you can't touch mine

Niggas like me understand Spike Lee cause he got game

Made dope in the house so he got flame

Growing up that's how I got my name

Bagging up zips everywhere my hideout

Clips in the bag just in case I ride out

We coming with .9s and guns from Texas

We all in the hood like that 2 door Lexus

You can play the game just don't forget the exit

The cops gon' arrest you

What you gonna do when you laying on the stretcher?

You lost your soul, just a picture on the dresser

So many niggas die

I think niggas like killin niggas they faggots (bitch ass niggas)

I'm really from the hood what the fuck is ratchet?

I don't gotta make jokes I'm not a bastard

I did a lot of dirt and I got a lot of baggage (damn)

Got this shit on lock, yeah

Got this shit on lock, yeah

I got this shit on lock, Lil B

Got the shit on lock

[Verse Two]

One nigga cop out, everybody watch out

I'mma bring the Tec like the high school drop out

You don't wanna block out, you can't block me

Bitch niggas deaf cause all you do is watch me

I'm in the hood like Africans at swap meets

"He ain't hard" but them niggas couldn't knock me

Got hit hard but them niggas couldn't drop me

Next week drop a half a million cause I'm sloppy

I keep the gun like the kids with Tamagotchis

King like Rodney, serve two fiends with the Johnny

Serve a little cream at the party

Stay in the street like them boys riding Harleys

Shouts out to my nigga on the motorbikes

I love you for life

Shout out to Mike, head first when I dump at night

Any piece I write I'm based for life

Got this shit on lock, yeah

Got this shit on lock, yes, yes

Got this shit on lock, yeah

Got this shit on lock, yes