and BIG meet again, yeah Curry going, hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer The game
, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio station, good fellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist
need with a nine Before y'all judge me, be clear We got nothing but heat here, beware, we here What's my name, got chicks twisted like What's my game
that thang) Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood Game
drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist
up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist
done did somethin wrong Cause he got his game tight Dont hate the player, hate the game [chorus: ice-t] Dont hate the player, hate the game Niggas,
young niggas peel out Don't squeal [undecipherable] [Ice-T] If you niggas don't know you should know by now Ice got more game than the law allows Straight
to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin' minor green Brothers knew my game
't care No chance to run, don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist Crime's my rhyme but here's a new twist
skill of a hustler is to stick and move And make you say, "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool
't looking for no brothers like this They want the dub-twisting ballers with the ice on their wrist You gotta get your cash right to get in the game Might
' to lose much to gain In my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game
too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized This games' the only one we got left Hip-hop's become the game
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
Bo$$ Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game
home Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? Your dark twisted games when I loved you so I
Check the picture nigga I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you bring Listen hon, twist one, this Armi