Jam & Spoon: Game For Sale

I'm from the home where the niggas push tapes out the trunkAnd make movies with they lunch money filmin' out trucksIndependent rap movin' tapes like crackGot em' hooked on this West Coast rap, we got stacksAdapts and M-P-Cs and mic chordsThug shit, something we on and fight forBring it all together and start with group tenAll the homies on the block is my distributionCheap for staff, keep the heat and cashNo matter the situation hit the gas and dashWe got it locked door, copped mo' niggas from the block soYou can't fuck with this, we got scripts[Hook]All I wanna do is put my hands on some doughReach in my pocket and everybody on the floorSee around my neighborhood nobody knowsWhat niggas might do to put they hands on some doughAll I wanna do is put my hands on some doughReach in my pocket and everybody on the floorSee around my neighborhood nobody knowsWhat niggas might do to put they hands on some doughNiggas got game for sale, niggas got game for saleSee nobody knowsNiggas got game for sale, niggas got game for saleSee nobody knowsNiggas got game for sale, niggas got game for saleNobody knowsNiggas got game for sale, niggas got game for saleWe got game for sale[Verse 2]Show me right, I don't know whether rhyme or writeThen hit you with the shit ya don't likeMe and my nigga's game be trunk tightWe down to blast on sightHit a nigga with the infrared lightSo when we see his family we know it's on on siteIt don't matter, young nigga get down evry nightHoldin' bitch nigga wifey up for the right priceGive me a couple of cakes and I'll the bitch escape[Verse 3]All I wanna do is get rich, stack my chipsSlap a bitch if she think that shit sickOnly fuckin' with niggas that keep it real in the gameI ain't fuckin' with you suckers tryin' to hate on my nameIt's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brainQuick to explain, you know, I don't give a dangI'ma ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall offI'm a hustlin' bitch that can't take no loss[Verse 4]And it's Kurupt, the real close, nigga become ya folkWhen ya fall out over dope money and coke moneyAin't shit funny, niggas kill for the quick moneyIt's real in the shady world of fake and falseyNigga don't dare to cross me I'm a jewel in the gameAnd you's a fool in the game without a tool in the gameEnd up catchin' a slug to the brainI warned you onceNow them same niggas that's plottin'Is them same niggas you smokin' blunts withHope you still while I'm sick of this shitI spent a lot of nights tryin' to plant blunts for a lickCouldn't go through with it cause of a guilty conscienceMany mobsters say they real but they really impostersMoney I don't got a lot of, a lot ofGet ya money and try to do right in the gameAin't about to the gangWalk up out of the game, we make mail niggaFor the right price we got game for sale nigga[Hook]