with me Naw, I ain't tryna talk, they say that talk is cheap And I got a million dollar mouthpiece and this game gonna cost a fee [Intro is repeated
last atlas honky's fall He says he's gonna do them all A voice just said he's not for real But it's just his game And he carries no shame But he done
we squeeze first I signed a life long deal to the G-co Drafted outa high school then I hit my free throws You see them free shows, we call them free throws Now it cost
know! Too long I've been afraid of Losing love I guess I've lost Well, if that's love It comes at much too high a cost! I'd sooner buy Defying gravity
lifestyle, cop a yacht Hit the south the French Not a chance Keep your little advance This one's on me In the chef's a boar You can eat for free Slow
nigga pimpin for life What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green You say the game is forever, well so
Hey) So fuck a chicken, and lick a chicken, and suck a chicken Beat a chicken, eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big a big cock Or suck a dick, and
bring gonna change a thing What we have is so real You don't need to prove to me how he feels 'Cuz I'm in too deep to blow a good thing And one nice mischief could cost
to be a good father to your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream
back [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Ain't it funny all the games they play Give you the green light, and take it all away Show me a good sign, I'll show you a
for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run The redneck that sicked his dog on me Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy Spin around and
the game up since I came up Blew my name up, check out the rhythm Make them all wanna flame up Strike a match to a lighter A message to a young ridah
the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley
talking in person like It's a pimpin skit They're serenading in this rap game G, they package it and calling it a pimpin' what this crap aint free? You
a Porsche, you a Pinto You like a tiny figurine, I'm monumental You're like a small get together on your neighbor's back porch You know just a couple
of Lavaux Wanna see the mountains where the waters flow Life back home depresses me, just another form of slavery The cost of freedom is anything but free
's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with family members We gotta always look out for baby
jack it's all good cuz im drivng nice cars pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars, a wicked sly's life , cuz im a son of a gun im only 19 but would i live to see 21, a