Текст песни Let The Games Begin - Mack 10
Yeah,
Terror
Squad
motherfucker
and
the
Hoo
Bangin′
affiliates
I
know
you
ain't
think
you
was
gon′
see
this
niggas,
nope
East
coast,
west
coast,
it's
all
the
same
Joey
Crack,
Big
Pun,
Mack
10,
speak
on
it,
Joe,
niggas
what
At
times
I
feel
like
blastin'
myself,
endin′
it
all
Niggas
on
my
same
team
be
prayin′
I
fall
Tellin'
the
feds,
that
I′m
still
cappin'
the
raw
Know
all
about
the
stash
box
on
the
floor
of
my
Porshe
Boy
George-in
it,
livin′
the
life
of
the
fortunate
Show
you
how
warm
my
fuckin'
coffee
get
My
crew
often
get
the
blame
for
hideous
crimes
Why
do
niggas
stay
platinum
with
the
shitiest
rhymes?
Can′t
call
it,
all
these
niggas
claim
that
they
ballin'
But
it
appears
your
empire's
fallen
Fuckin′
with
Joe
and
Pun,
real
niggas
since
day
one
The
same
cats
you
get
terroria
from
East
coast,
west
coast,
man
it′s
all
the
same
Niggas
won't
know
shit
till
they
feel
the
flame
It′s
still
insane,
since
the
flow
track
Blowin'
your
whole
back,
with
the
Mack,
we′ll
let
ya
know
black
It's
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don′t
play
Y'all
motherfuckers
don't
move,
we
don′t
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
It′s
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don't
play
Y′all
motherfuckers
don't
move,
we
don′t
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
Check
what
you
never
thought,
Pun
and
Joe,
the
kings
of
Nueva
York
Spittin'
thoughts
with
twin,
Mack
10
the
chicken
hawk
We
the
truest
′cuz
killers
walk
in
muddy
boots
Once
my
dogs
cut
me
lose,
that's
a
bullet
in
your
bubblygoose
Fuck
is
you
talkin'
like
you
crazy,
barkin′
like
you
eighty
Or
have
you
crawlin′,
walkin'
like
a
baby
Don′t
try
to
play
me
'cuz
I′m
not
a
playa
Hey
yo
I
shot
the
place
up
and
pass
the
heat
off
like
a
hot
potatoe
I'm
out
to
make
a
million
dollies
but
still
I′m
rowdy
So
I
hope
it
happen
rappin'
before
I
have
to
kill
somebody
That's
how
it
is
in
the
stone
jungle
If
you
known
to
own
a
bundle
guaranteed
nigga
gon′
mug
you
And
no
one
love
you
when
you
broke
as
shit,
focus
kid
Commercials
don′t
lie,
thirsty
to
die?
Coke
is
in
Blow
your
life
away,
that's
a
big
price
to
pay
You
coulda
been
teachin′
your
kid,
how
to
ride
his
bike
today
It's
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don′t
play
Y'all
motherfuckers
don′t
move,
we
don't
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
It's
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don′t
play
Y′all
motherfuckers
don't
move,
we
don′t
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
I
hit
the
la
la,
and
grab
the
ya
ya
And
if
y'all
don′t
get
him,
I
promise
I'll
try
Hoo
Bangin′
affiliates
is
the
williest
so
the
silliest
Really
get
to
see
just
how
fast
the
nine
milly
spit
Mack
10,
Big
Pun
and
Joey
Crack
Real
niggas
push
big
weight
and
big
sacks
Y'all
said
it
was
cool,
I
got
to
okay
this
I
usually
want
paytons,
y'all
bring
the
scale
so
we
can
weight
this
It
better
be
pure,
hope
you
ain′t
got
a
birdie
mix
Hey
yo,
put
it
up
there,
and
make
sure
it′s
all
36
I
hope
you
can
count
nigga,
better
be
precise
If
it
ain't
all
there
that′s
your
dope
and
your
life
From
the
school
of
hard
knocks,
Inglewood
to
the
Bronx
We
hit
the
blocks
and
cook
the
rocks
in
forty
blocks
Hit
Doja
like
we
supposed
to,
sippin'
on
Hen
TS
and
Mack
10,
so
let
the
games
begin
It′s
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don't
play
Y′all
motherfuckers
don't
move,
we
don't
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
It′s
all
about
weight,
work,
guns,
yay
Real
motherfuckers
chase
dough
and
don′t
play
Y'all
motherfuckers
don′t
move,
we
don't
spray
Big
Pun,
Fat
Joe,
Mack
10
baby
1 Lbc & the Ing
2 Intro
3 The Recipe
4 Made Niggaz
5 Get Yo Ride On
6 You Ain't Seen Nothin
7 Money's Just A Touch Away
8 Suck Down (Insert)
9 Get A Lil Head
10 For The Money
11 Ghetto Horror Show
12 Let The Games Begin
13 #1 Crew In The Area
14 The Letter
15 Should I Stay Or Should I Go
16 Outro
17 Radio Insert: Funk Master Flex
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