Lil B - The Game On Lock Lyrics
The whole world on my dick, I cannot waitKeep the .45 on my side like a prom dateMe and two shooters, twin Glocks with the rubricDon't look when he's shooting, just pop in and do itGot the same gun that Pac did in juiceSeen niggas snitch, cops let him looseWhat I gotta do I don't respect those rulesFake niggas hate mirrors I can see right throughCome on my team you can push white tooLate nights I was out, late nights with the snake bitesDon't get back 'til you gettin' all the cake rightSeen a pimp nigga make a ***** really hate lifeWanna be a g, I'mma show you what this k likeWanna see red like I'm pressing on the brake lightsGrew up in the 90s, way too grimyReally love the hood but they hate when you shiningMy gun gon' blind 'emNiggas did me bad that's the *****ing last time I'mma show you 'bout mineHad to slow down cause it's all about timePeople stuttered on me but I still push a lineYou talkin' bout a ***** but it's money on my mindNiggas in jail doin' time like ShyneTip off the court cause they still dropping dimesYou can ***** his ***** but you can't touch mineNiggas like me understand Spike Lee cause he got gameMade dope in the house so he got flameGrowing up that's how I got my nameBagging up zips everywhere my hideoutClips in the bag just in case I ride outWe coming with .9s and guns from TexasWe all in the hood like that 2 door LexusYou can play the game just don't forget the exitThe cops gon' arrest youWhat you gonna do when you laying on the stretcher?You lost your soul, just a picture on the dresserSo many niggas dieI think niggas like killin niggas they faggotsI'm really from the hood what the ***** is ratchet?I don't gotta make jokes I'm not a bastardI did a lot of dirt and I got a lot of baggageGot this shit on lock, yeahGot this shit on lock, yeahI got this shit on lock, Lil BGot the shit on lockOne nigga cop out, everybody watch outI'mma bring the Tec like the high school drop outYou don't wanna block out, you can't block me***** niggas deaf cause all you do is watch meI'm in the hood like Africans at swap meets"He ain't hard" but them niggas couldn't knock meGot hit hard but them niggas couldn't drop meNext week drop a half a million cause I'm sloppyI keep the gun like the kids with TamagotchisKing like Rodney, serve two fiends with the JohnnyServe a little cream at the partyStay in the street like them boys riding HarleysShouts out to my nigga on the motorbikesI love you for lifeShout out to Mike, head first when I dump at nightAny piece I write I'm based for lifeGot this shit on lock, yeahGot this shit on lock, yes, yesGot this shit on lock, yeahGot this shit on lock, yesYou know dog, they ain’t *****n with meYea yea manAye man, I’mma tell you like thisThis Illusions of Grandeur part 2 mixtapeIllusions of Grandeur 2Going all the way inThugged out, 20122013 *****aIt’s your boy Lil B, history all dayAnytime I touch it, ***** em
