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Lyrics:
[Intro: Guru] Yeah I put in a lot of work my nigga Ive seen and been through it all my nigga And Im still standin A lot stronger and a lot wiser my nigga Playin this game right here for keeps my nigga So therefore, you know I never sleep my nigga
[Guru] I felt pain of all types, still the same its alright Course they wanna stereotype but its all hype Cant let the game go sour it needs me Hungry like a black Oliver Twist, feed me If need be, snatch your mic up quick Blast you right up kid, sit back and light up shit Im the crowd pleaser, street avenger in your loudspeaker Witness the flow, Im a proud teacher The double helix, the chemicals react to me Its like sex, the way I do it naturally Aiyyo Im peepin your card increasin my odds Now my triggers cocked back, see me squeezin it hard In this jungle habitat I dont move like an average cat I got a different kind of superstar status jack And me not handlin biz Thats like the industry without all these scandals and shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I play the game for keeps Thats why I never sleep, run silent run deep I play the game for keeps Yo man I gotta eat, still in the streets dumb heat
[Guru] East to West coast, real is real we rep most Respect toast, those close we check most And you can call me the jeweler Cause Ima leave ya with somethin of real value to school ya And it dont go around your wrist or neck, nigga~! Your real peepsll never disrespect And punks be goin out for self and cream No self-esteem, they dont wanna share their wealth with the team And thats when the plottin starts, huh Just like a few minutes after all the flossin starts Im playin for keeps just like a man obsessed Been doin this since words that I manifest And I came to stay in this sport, I aint retirin Im firin rapidly, to blaze your rapport You wish you could handle me Ill shit on you randomly While you runnin snitch Im witcha bitch on a canopy
[Chorus] [Guru] You dont know shit about this rap shit you fake type critics You sheist bigots, Im O.G., I bet my life with it You trife midget - thats what you are next to me Im treachery, knock you out and strong arm the referee My specialtyll be to dead your zone Runnin your mouth like Wendy shoulda kept some chrome Picture me not reppin it right, huh Thats like a krillz head caught without a stem or a pipe
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