Young Breed - Game Over lyrics

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White bricks in a white fit

It's just a fight til you mixin' all that white shit

Let her work, watch the youngin' make the white whip

Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip

I could sell it wholesale what a idea

And Dade County ain't a dope charge that I feel

Same head bussas with them rusty choppas

Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars

They want to see my picture on a T-shirt

All the sticks good just makin' sure the D's work

All my enemies I like to keep 'em close

It's a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat

I'm where the dope boys from

You gotta keep some coke

I'm all fresh out the slums, I need to see the soap

Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho

Haters never straight til I let these rounds go

Another 211 in the projects

Keep a strap, this where all the niggas rob at

? like where the bomb at?

I'm still shittin' on these niggas

Where the jon at?

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Baking soda in my Range Rover

I'm takin' over nigga, game over

Fuck the state penn, I'm fuckin' hoes at Penn State

In the Bentley bumpin debts with Biggie mixtape

Niggas at me like I'm 2Pac at a Vegas lobby

Money bags on your ass and you can pay the price

I'm in your city and want to make it right

For that lil' check hit you in your pair of Nikes

End of conversation, nigga came and end your life

I'm talkin' compensation with a brick of white

I'm sellin' records nigga but I'm livin' trife

I'm number one lookin' like I did it twice

I got them shooters nigga that'll dim yo lights

Midnight in overtime and niggas shootin' dice

Four, five, six nigga

Don't you open my brick nigga

Them haters screamin' my name ain't they?

They want to take a nigga chain ain't they?

But that gon' be a fuckin' problem ain't it?

Bus' 'em like a bottle ain't it?

All I got is real niggas

I'm talkin' ;bout real killas

Baking soda in my Range Rover

I'm takin' over nigga, game over

You snortin' coke where you snort mine

This fast money, fuck father time

Big guns for that big talk

Take a nigga car and make a bitch walk

My AK always was my father figure

I barely knew my father nigga

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M's, Double M's I'm entitled to a hundred M's

Hit a lick and I'm stickin' dick in my women friends

Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch

Watch while they scrabble, scratchin' them snitches got an inch

I can take a slight trip with a white bitch

Whip full of white girl in a white whip

Ice, ever had to take a nigga life

Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife

I know the feelin' with killin' my niggas made a killin'

So fuck the dealin' with murder, they really handle business

Niggas losin' that's a switchin' in my opposition

So who you choosin' bitch?

I hope you choosin' the fuckin' winner

I heard them same pussy niggas snitches

This shit you talk 'bout with them bitches

Ridiculous, that can't be me 'cause we keep it different

Who you see on your T.V. that's who make a difference

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