for a long, long time Cause you're going back to Memphis - heading South. ?Brothers till the night came And whispered in the pines Tempting me with secrets To play a game
too About the way a brother is hangin' too When you didn't think that nobody knew You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin' What up papi, you think you got game
' for mills Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood
, evolution Revolution, evolution Revolution, evolution Revolution, evolution Change been the same, growing pains Since love begun the game Thangs do
nigga And since you want to kill then your ass has gots to fry But ain't no police therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
can roll in a nice whip, we be rolling haze Maintained in the game, and I?m so amazed Only Jews that we got was advice From the brothers that been through
I stood around to fight when it was better off to run A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water
That's why I love every last one of my brothers Hide always, they're with me in the struggle Whether I'm glad or sad, I'ma always love 'em The game is
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded
She makes my temperature freeze She's got a blood red powder When she gives a shout She'll bring you to your knees Well, we were being clever Playing God games
's no fight left within me, but the writing of this wrong As nations we're divided, but as people we are one Like brothers in blood it seems that we've
Gal out a you mouth nuh call me dumb man Instead of bringing joy you brought me pure pain Now I really know what is the game, game Bust you brain, blood
To leave be afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you. What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem and the southside Brothers
this, like that, like that Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that Who run these streets? Love thug beats? Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood
you was chosen, that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother
damn thang. Its me and my brother, my brother and me, all that you see on TV Chorus Verse : d- roc United states of Atlanta its still me and my brother
I'm coming for the game again And they wont see my face, Like the cover of casabian Left me in the rain and now this brothers got his flame again I'm