Too Deep in the Game Lyrics
| Song | Too Deep in the Game |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Immortalized |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Meyer, Poteet, Thompson | |
| livin in a world harcore, | |
| Niggaz be dumpin on them foes, | |
| Catching cases highspeed chases, | |
| 40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything, | |
| Cuz i aint all the world seem, | |
| Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game, | |
| Times are savage, | |
| Hardcore playaz aint your average, | |
| Trunk full of triple beams, | |
| And the schemes of cream and cabbage, | |
| Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper, | |
| With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation. | |
| Try to scalp all fuck half the world i want it all! | |
| But im bustin at u niggaz, | |
| With my back against the wall. | |
| Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz, | |
| Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz, | |
| See myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror, | |
| Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha) | |
| You never really really know the game, | |
| Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed, | |
| Chorus | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Its time to make it happen get paid, | |
| Its that nigga s y a s k, | |
| Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a. | |
| There slackers they slangin all day. | |
| Until the players rock and get paid, | |
| Like on the ground face down, break yourslf, | |
| Dont fuck around, and get sprayed, | |
| ??????????? paper. | |
| Im on paper, | |
| Leavin fakers with the fakers, | |
| Like loaded pistols to their faces, | |
| I told my family as soon as i get the dough, | |
| Im on my way back home,shit across the border | |
| Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka, | |
| Scott free across the sea, | |
| Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz. | |
| Cold red fantasies, board a bocin, | |
| Kick back floating across the ocean. | |
| Like the black lack triple ds the mack, | |
| Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack, | |
| Back for opportunities, | |
| Cuz our niggas sees is scratched, | |
| Playing for keeps, | |
| Addicted to getting it for quitting it, | |
| Like the junkies hop fiends, | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 3 | |
| U sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger, | |
| And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough, | |
| Roll a hummer for the summer, | |
| Rad katty in the fall, | |
| Keep my mind on my money, | |
| Platinum plats on the wall, | |
| U niggaz know i wont be fucking around, | |
| Im bout the cash, | |
| And i hope u know im all about action, | |
| And down to blast, | |
| What the fuck u think, | |
| My homies are killas and drug dealers, | |
| Use pills for sinuses, | |
| Crash homes and dome niggaz, | |
| Break bones and stoned niggaz. | |
| Where u had to be ??? | |
| Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out, | |
| Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up. | |
| On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed. | |
| Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz | |
| City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas, | |
| But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz, | |
| Chorus. |
| zuo ci : Green, Meyer, Poteet, Thompson | |
| livin in a world harcore, | |
| Niggaz be dumpin on them foes, | |
| Catching cases highspeed chases, | |
| 40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything, | |
| Cuz i aint all the world seem, | |
| Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game, | |
| Times are savage, | |
| Hardcore playaz aint your average, | |
| Trunk full of triple beams, | |
| And the schemes of cream and cabbage, | |
| Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper, | |
| With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation. | |
| Try to scalp all fuck half the world i want it all! | |
| But im bustin at u niggaz, | |
| With my back against the wall. | |
| Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz, | |
| Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz, | |
| See myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror, | |
| Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz ahahaha | |
| You never really really know the game, | |
| Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed, | |
| Chorus | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Its time to make it happen get paid, | |
| Its that nigga s y a s k, | |
| Tag teamin for high screamin, plates in the a. | |
| There slackers they slangin all day. | |
| Until the players rock and get paid, | |
| Like on the ground face down, break yourslf, | |
| Dont fuck around, and get sprayed, | |
| ??????????? paper. | |
| Im on paper, | |
| Leavin fakers with the fakers, | |
| Like loaded pistols to their faces, | |
| I told my family as soon as i get the dough, | |
| Im on my way back home, shit across the border | |
| Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka, | |
| Scott free across the sea, | |
| Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz. | |
| Cold red fantasies, board a bocin, | |
| Kick back floating across the ocean. | |
| Like the black lack triple ds the mack, | |
| Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack, | |
| Back for opportunities, | |
| Cuz our niggas sees is scratched, | |
| Playing for keeps, | |
| Addicted to getting it for quitting it, | |
| Like the junkies hop fiends, | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 3 | |
| U sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger, | |
| And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough, | |
| Roll a hummer for the summer, | |
| Rad katty in the fall, | |
| Keep my mind on my money, | |
| Platinum plats on the wall, | |
| U niggaz know i wont be fucking around, | |
| Im bout the cash, | |
| And i hope u know im all about action, | |
| And down to blast, | |
| What the fuck u think, | |
| My homies are killas and drug dealers, | |
| Use pills for sinuses, | |
| Crash homes and dome niggaz, | |
| Break bones and stoned niggaz. | |
| Where u had to be ??? | |
| Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out, | |
| Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up. | |
| On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed. | |
| Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz | |
| City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas, | |
| But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz, | |
| Chorus. |
| zuò cí : Green, Meyer, Poteet, Thompson | |
| livin in a world harcore, | |
| Niggaz be dumpin on them foes, | |
| Catching cases highspeed chases, | |
| 40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything, | |
| Cuz i aint all the world seem, | |
| Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game, | |
| Times are savage, | |
| Hardcore playaz aint your average, | |
| Trunk full of triple beams, | |
| And the schemes of cream and cabbage, | |
| Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper, | |
| With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation. | |
| Try to scalp all fuck half the world i want it all! | |
| But im bustin at u niggaz, | |
| With my back against the wall. | |
| Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz, | |
| Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz, | |
| See myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror, | |
| Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz ahahaha | |
| You never really really know the game, | |
| Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed, | |
| Chorus | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Its time to make it happen get paid, | |
| Its that nigga s y a s k, | |
| Tag teamin for high screamin, plates in the a. | |
| There slackers they slangin all day. | |
| Until the players rock and get paid, | |
| Like on the ground face down, break yourslf, | |
| Dont fuck around, and get sprayed, | |
| ??????????? paper. | |
| Im on paper, | |
| Leavin fakers with the fakers, | |
| Like loaded pistols to their faces, | |
| I told my family as soon as i get the dough, | |
| Im on my way back home, shit across the border | |
| Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka, | |
| Scott free across the sea, | |
| Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz. | |
| Cold red fantasies, board a bocin, | |
| Kick back floating across the ocean. | |
| Like the black lack triple ds the mack, | |
| Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack, | |
| Back for opportunities, | |
| Cuz our niggas sees is scratched, | |
| Playing for keeps, | |
| Addicted to getting it for quitting it, | |
| Like the junkies hop fiends, | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game, | |
| Stick a needle in my vain, | |
| Eatch injecting the game, | |
| Tired all thugged out, | |
| Fuck the money fuck the fame, | |
| Try to make it happen mother fucker, | |
| Cuz we too deep in the game. | |
| Verse 3 | |
| U sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger, | |
| And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough, | |
| Roll a hummer for the summer, | |
| Rad katty in the fall, | |
| Keep my mind on my money, | |
| Platinum plats on the wall, | |
| U niggaz know i wont be fucking around, | |
| Im bout the cash, | |
| And i hope u know im all about action, | |
| And down to blast, | |
| What the fuck u think, | |
| My homies are killas and drug dealers, | |
| Use pills for sinuses, | |
| Crash homes and dome niggaz, | |
| Break bones and stoned niggaz. | |
| Where u had to be ??? | |
| Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out, | |
| Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up. | |
| On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed. | |
| Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz | |
| City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas, | |
| But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz, | |
| Chorus. |
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