Songtexte Want Me Out the Game - Tyson El Dominicano

Ok, so I just got out of DOC right? (right)
But I see them crackers everywhere (for real?)
I see them watching (for real?)
They must want me out the game (word)

I be cooking like McDonalds when it's packed
Till my room is full of them, and I'm sleeping on them stacks
I mean like a dirty stripper, I got stacks all in my crack
Hit a nigga real hard like when a quarterback get sacked
You don't hustle like a nigga, are you trying to make me laugh?
A nick is 1.5 and my customers be getting half
I am adding and subtracting like if I was good at math
Fuck with them stacks, I wet you up without taking a bath
I'm a hustler, I can sell pussy to a fag
I tell the fiends I sell them dubs, point three with the bag
Who said that I have to shoot you son? You could get stabbed
I leave you in a body bag with a body tag
This is not for the pussies, this is strictly for the thugs
If the DEA listen, get repellent for the bugs
You can never disconnect me as long as I got my plug
Making faces, young niggas wanna smoke me like some drugs

Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists

I'm a Coca-Cola hustler, double up the grams
Quarterback in 8 balls like I'm playing for the Rams
See my bitch is selling pussy so I got a couple tramps
This 9 will leave you hurting like a nigga having cramps
Most dirty niggas be talking with details
And them crackers be behind me all the time like a tail
Like the mailman, I am all about my mail
And I take a nigga money like the Broward County Jail
I am all about my guap, bread, mula
And if I get caught, I'll be locked up eating goulash
They know I'm amazing son, something like a lunar
Eclipse but I'm blitzed riding around with my shooter
Heard that Noe doing bad, but that's the worst I ever seen
Started like a custy but ended up like a fiend
I know you hungry, you should cop some of this fiend
And I could never be dirty, niggas call me Mr. Clean

Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists
Them crackers want me out the game, I'm cooking too many bricks
Only time I make no money's if they cut both of my wrists

Damn
This shit is crack nigga
A nigga back nigga
You niggas wack nigga
Gone