Too Deep In The Game lyrics

Song information

Artist: Spice 1
Album: Immortalized

Lyrics

Livin in a world harcore
Niggaz be dumpin on them foes
Catching cases highspeed chases
40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything
Cuz I aint all the world seem
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game
Times are savage
Hardcore playaz aint your average
Trunk full of triple beams
And the schemes of cream and cabbage
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper
With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation
Try to scalp all fuck half the world I want it all!
But im bustin at u niggaz
With my back against the wall

Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz
Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz
See myself a smokin pistol, when I look in the mirror
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really really know the game
Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed

Chorus
Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game
Stick a needle in my vain
Eatch injecting the game
Tired all thugged out
Fuck the money fuck the fame
Try to make it happen mother fucker
Cuz we too deep in the game

Verse 2

Its time to make it happen get paid
Its that nigga s y a s k
Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a
There slackers they slangin all day
Until the players rock and get paid
Like on the ground face down, break yourslf
Dont fuck around, and get sprayed
??????????? paper
Im on paper
Leavin fakers with the fakers
Like loaded pistols to their faces
I told my family as soon as I get the dough
Im on my way back home,shit across the border
Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka
Scott free across the sea
Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz
Cold red fantasies, board a bocin
Kick back floating across the ocean
Like the black lack triple ds the mack
Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack
Back for opportunities
Cuz our niggas sees is scratched
Playing for keeps
Addicted to getting it for quitting it
Like the junkies hop fiends

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Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game
Stick a needle in my vain
Eatch injecting the game
Tired all thugged out
Fuck the money fuck the fame
Try to make it happen mother fucker
Cuz we too deep in the game

Verse 3

U sound crackin mad cuz I aint getting no younger
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough
Roll a hummer for the summer
Rad katty in the fall
Keep my mind on my money
Platinum plats on the wall
U niggaz know I wont be fucking around
Im bout the cash
And I hope u know im all about action
And down to blast
What the fuck u think
My homies are killas and drug dealers
Use pills for sinuses
Crash homes and dome niggaz
Break bones and stoned niggaz
Where u had to be ???

Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out

Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up

On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed
Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz

City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas

But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz

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