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Spice 1
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Recognize Game (Music Track With Sample)
Lyricist:Anthony Banks, Robert Lee Green Jr., Jerry Long, Tracy Marrow, Todd Anthony Shaw, Lonnie Simmons, Rudy Taylor, Charles Wilson, Ronald Wilson, Ronnie Wilson
Well alright, Spice 1 in the hiddouse And Short Dawgs in the house, bitch With the L.A. Players, soldiers to the game you know? Yeah Peep Game fool, Ant Banks at the crack house Ha ha ha, better recognize Game when it's in your face, bitch
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos Never lose, my motto since birth Double up knots and crack spots Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to, cut the fuckin' cops a deal If they don't kneel, they get peeled Bitches recognize, I never have no drama with death Bustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen, make a mil and if this shit don't sell I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower South Central nigga what? The representer Damn, your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter My posse use to flip her like a quarter To state to my man for man slaughter Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway Trunked the punk bitch, that's fair play
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby Bitch recognize game when it's in your face Well, alright ch'all, ha ha ha
You think the town rid of Short? You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me I could make a phone call and just like that A bunch of niggas from Oakland, all on your back
I've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew They call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you, bitch I been around, you can take a turn but don't get burned I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers, rich niggas go broke Used to be a wanna but now, I'm old school Short Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In the game never had the stacks since age 14 I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up, I fucked with same folks Still did the same stuff, bitch Short Dawgs in the house I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in your mouth
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby Bitch recognize game when it's in your face Well, alright ch'all, ha ha ha
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air Heads or tails, win or lose, broke niggas are players Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air Heads or tails, win or lose, broke niggas are players
Say what up to the S P crooked I C E Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me Potna don't get it twisted up, I got hollow tips, extended clips Major chips lookin' at Eclipse Jacussi dips
Niggas step back, I don't know you, don't get to close to me Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air Better put it down and break some hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin' Fell in the relapse besides, I'm a trauma, a nigga Look in the eyes and when you see me, I be hardcore What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas Throwin' monkey wrenches into the game And all the players and pimps feel my pain Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals Not artificial with fishin', niggas know I'm packin' missiles
Get me two Bentleys, some houses, Johnson jet skis Ballin' till I die, nigga, don't fuck with S P I
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby Bitch recognize game when it's in your face You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby
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