Master P - Never Ending Game Lyrics
Check this out playasAll yall gangster niggasYall mother*****ing gangsta *****es out there (the dope game)Im a let yall know something (welcome to the dope game)Something thatll never end, this shit is going on like *****ing numbersBlack on black crime, nigga it go like this hereWe live an eye for an eyeYou kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partnersAnd you dead aint no love on my spotMe and my partners pushing rocksGot them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogiesWe packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uziBut I look into the eyes and I stare, I see deathGoddamn thinking the *****? , it could be meMy little homie on the ground cryingIm thinking Im gone, oh my lordMy little homie tonys dying (ripped his heart out)He never had a chance to see his life glowAnd he never had a chance to see his wife broAnd his little kid is only 8It aint about me or you mother*****erYou gone peep defeat off the treeCause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streetsAnd you never hurt, another nigga with a glock gIm thinking about tic-toc boom, there goes another oneSend him to the moonAint no rocket ship *****, its the temple of doomI mean the ghetto, cause its wickedMost niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chickenBut never even seen a birdThey die for that cain and that weed and they waterAnd they to *****ing high, to see the enemyNiggas that pretend to be, fools dont come close to meYour best friend will kill youIm from that 3rd ward, caliope projectsWhere they peel your caps like bananasPolice trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scannersBut they cant stop the murdersThats happening in my hood mother*****ersCause everybody study capping in thisEveryday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryingBut yall niggas aint realizing that the hood is murderFind your ass in a 6 inch gurderCause niggas banging like charlie chanYoud better pack a piece niggaAnd welcome to the never ending gameThe never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending gameWill I die up in my sleep, or die on these streetsCause the ghetto aint no jokeNiggas in my hood everyday getting smokedWelcome to the never ending gameWill I die up in my sleep or die on these streetsAnd the ghetto aint no jokeCause every mother*****ing day another nigga gets smokedAnd momma pray it aint meBut Im addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheeseI be making mail like the mailmanThis is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)Through the hood of the projectsIts fiends walking up for bubble upsYou think Im bout to rejectWhen a nigga get some money, I got them gats *****ed niggaI aint living like no dummyIf I die, I aint scared to die, but dont ask me whyWill I retire and give it up realizeThats this my only mission of moneyBut yall niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funnyBut I got to feed the familyEven though if that take me getting *****ing scandalous gAnd I have to hurt shitPut a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in workLay him down, and punch in your time cardCause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lordSo I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)Dont give a *****, my clique is ready to hang shitOff the rack, aint no trapJust a bunch of mother*****ers walking with gatsThrough the projects and walky-talkiesJacking shit mother*****er ungh, thats why they barkLike dogs, watch a nigga hardAnd I be slanging dope like Im getting paid like lou rollinsAnd the white folks cant stop thisAnd the taz cant stop this nigga, cause Im in the hood slanging rocksGetting paid cause Im majorAnd if I die *****ing retire my shoes and hang up my pagerAnd give 4 gs to my sons and kill my enemiesYall cant stop a nigga please, even if Im dead gAnd when I go out, Im going out with a bangSo ***** what you heard and welcome to the never ending game
