YOU YOU'LL DIE FOR HIM, THATS A GAME YOU'LL NEVER WIN, (CHORUS) GAMES BY THE GRAVE, THEY'RE PLAYING GAMES BY THE GRAVE, GAMES YOU JUST CAN'T WIN, THERES
nothin'. If I give you all of my trust will you fuck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes, I loves you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe.
a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Sheek Louch? Well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah? Nigga, is you
for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
still up we paid niggas Grave diggers be nothin on gods earth that bleed Stay tru to the game and keep close my enemies Pushing crates and tapes all across
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
all but One haad gone Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve His name? When He came collecting the grave gave up it's game Now no-one collects
you Lord for givin' me wind beneath my wingz When the miracle spittin', there shall be no witnesses to da pain And my ignorance, I charge to da game So many love and slain by
what you spit (The sosa of the game has returned) Who you are, where you from (Brooklyn) I don't give a hell what you spit (Black sopranos) Who you are, where you
the rigor mortis set in his eyes Nigga surprise, you was dumped on by some G's on the rise It shocked yo ass when I pulled out the chrome I was putting
yourself fly free. So pretend you're dreaming and rise above this world of you and me." [Liar! All those who died with you by their side were denied
you choose you lose Them niggas will fucking fool Come and get a abused If you've paid your dues My niggas you've learned the golden rule You gotta do
the lines Comes by every forty years or so Since more than two hundred years ago They feast upon the sins and fears of men Promise you just what you
lord will see my reason when he asks me why Make sure they bleed Make sure they bleed If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed Verse 2: Should they
hour grind Haters wanna see me fallin off of my game They hatin' cause when they see me I'm havin thangs Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you
you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block With drug dealers when we need some paper Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding
[I. ...and The Earth Wept] I tuck you in ever so gently Still you cried and turned from me You stepped on my heart I forgave you just like mothers do
