We're going to put them game over, game game over, game game over, game game over...
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Tallac Records…
Crime and z.i.k that's what I like
Every day God makes, cash, that's what I do
I'm fresh, I'm remade, you're there you rap doggy style
You don't want to chela the steak, you think it's real
I have new fresh sound, I'm the great savior
I have my ghetto blaster , I'm in my Range Rover
The ladies are on fire because the planet is warming up
9.2, if you want to pick it up, 0.9 on the stove
See you under the porch, me and my associates the soc' cases
Tattooed up to the chest, 4 years of rent in my pocket
Your grandmother recognizes me, she saw me on Star Ac'
br/>I'm a woven like Bob man, I'm a star
All we want is to make money, ask 9.2 i bou reuf
T' I hate it, I leave the arena behind the wheel of a new Mac Laren
Crank the weed, the sound of chicken wings
We debit the diam's at high speed, ask Tony Blinks
br/>You're game over, game game over, game game over,
Nigga you're game over, game game over, (izi) game game over, game giver over...
J 'going down to Saint Tropez with my weighing friends
Bikini required to get into the Lamborghini
MC give me his hand so I can stub out my butt
Damn sound system in the trunk, no more room to put a nigga
The cute fans spend their lives spying on me,
My sneakers smell like shnek, too many whores at my feet
I get out without any piston, I'm professional
Make the Michtons and the dealer smile again
West Side, Pantheon, Temps Mort, if you know
Double pony team I make some money
So many diamonds on my watch I don't know what time it is anymore
9 millimeters at the barracks, put on the bulletproof vest
I'll stop when I have to, I won't not the album too many
Everyone can get by, no city has bars
And when life is going to crush me like its worst adversary
Come see me at coliseum, I wouldn't be in the cemetery
I would be game over, game game over, game over, game game over (izi)
Game over, game game over, game over, game game over…< br/>30 million MCs in the stomach
1st round K.O, nigga you're in a coma
Gold record but you don't look like it you stink of defeat
br/>I have a fucking salary, his mother's fucking
I come from the bottom, I succeeded like you, I get up to make loooves
So I I have rich people's problems and poor people's problems
They tell us B2O, what's the best thing you're telling us?
I always want to fuck like a bonobo monkey
A Once she tastes my penis, miss, I have a hard time getting rid of it
I can still count my dick, darn that means I don't have enough
Take it out same day as me, you're going to get beaten up
I set the fire don't call the firefighters, they'll get stoned
Who could dethrone me, so many numbers, I don't even know no more who to stuff
Bare chest I don't have a V-neck, Tennessee with big gulps,
Mi-mi-cro in the palm I have, many projects
You will be game over , game game over, game over, game game over
Do you see what I mean or what?
Game over, game game over, game over, game game over… over oh, oh over

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